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moonchild

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student of life.creative.writer.cancer.
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      Appointments
    My stupid ass. Here I am, at 3:41 AM writing a blog, still awake, obviously, and I have an 8AM dentist appointment. What retard goes to the dentist at 8AM?? Honestly?! I am so mad I said, "Sure that's fine" to that hoe behind the desk at the dentist's office a couple weeks ago. I haven't seen the light of day at 8AM since...since.. you know what? I don't know the last time I was up that early. Even on vacation - where I ALWAYS wake up early for some odd reason, the earliest I woke up was 9AM.

    Well, atleast I will be laying down. I'm only going for a cleaning, to show off my wonderful wisdom tooth-less mouth, and a filling. Apparently I have a very tiny cavity in the fourth tooth to the right of my front bottom two. Can you picture that? If you can't - here's some help:



    So yeah. Once I get out of there, I have about 4 hours to nap, if I idyllically get out of the dentist's office by 9:30. I have a dreaded female doctor appointment at 2:15. Womp womp. Apparently, they received my biopsy results - finally. Yeah, the biopsy I had TWO AND HALF MONTHS AGO. Even though homie told me within a week and a half, they didn't receive them until a month and a half later. So, I don't know if that is necessarily something I should be worried about or something I should be desperately wanting to shank someone about. Either it means they had no idea what they found and tested the sample over and over and had a bunch of doctors staked out in the lab painstakingly trying to discover what it is I have, or they just decided to take their sweet time and put my chunk of flesh in a line with a ticket that just so happened to have a rather large number on it. I haven't the slightest clue. But whatever.

    Wish me luck though.
    If I have cancer, I don't know if you'll ever see my words stretched across this page again. So, pray my fellow friends - pray to Saint Janet Jackson that my health is indeed, in the free xone.

    Til then...toodles.
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