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august 22, 2011

well, ive been home for about 18 days now.  this week my mom, julia, chichi, lily, and I are actually in LBI.  the beach is very relaxing.  and life at home has really never ever ever been calmer.  I feel good in my own house and it is pleasant to be home.  There is so much to write about.  but ill just write about today for now.

this is how today went:

woke up as I have been every day since I got my wisdom teeth out feeling pretty good until 15 minutes after ive awoken when I start to feel incredibly nauseated.  a nausea which is so bad that I cant stand up to look at what cereal I want to eat for breakfast and need to run to my bed to lay down again.

I take a vicodin to kill my throbbing jaw pain, which I am pretty sure is causing the nausea. 

after some rest I venture back out to the kitchen to make my final choice on my cereal and eat it up with some delicious milk that feels beautifully, painfully cold at the back of my mouth.  then i sit feeling a little woozy, in a good way, thoroughly enjoying my cereal.

after 20 minutes the wooziness is gone and I feel totally normal, AND the pain is gone!  yay

then I eat two oatmeal cookies cause that cereal was good, but I’m on vacation!  and sneak a few Doritos.

I do some email checking and then head to the BEACH, where I read a book mr. brecher recommended to me and later eat a pb&j.

after the beach I chose not to shower because I didn’t go in the water.

yesterday afternoon something got into my eye and its still there despite my attempts at flushing it out with eye drops and it’s extremely uncomfortable and putting me in the worst mood.  I have now shifted into “extremely grumpy please leave me alone and for the love of god DO NOT talk to me because just the sound of another human voice makes me want to explode.”  what also adds to my grump factor are themes in the book I’m reading about relationships, themes from the fights on the stupid reality tv show I was coerced into watching last night, previous fights ive had in life and my general loneliness.

for the rest of the afternoon/evening I say things to purposefully antagonize my mother and my sister to amuse myself.  my sister is on to my antics by now and just laughs them off, but they still ruffle my mother’s feathers.  luckily she understands im in a bad mood and that I’m only teasing and that I really love her(!), cause otherwise she might disown me.

we stop at a supermarket to pick up some groceries.  I grab a giant carton of malt balls, a giant bag of mounds (no almond joys in the store!  what the hell?  not ok.), and a jar of nutella.  chocolate is the only thing that might brighten my mood today.  To balance it out I also get some broccoli, apples, and bananas.

back in the car, I yell for my chocolate (“need chocolate now!”) and start to worry I got all the wrong kinds.  Is this what will satisfy me?!  Crap, maybe I should have gotten a reeses.  I then begin to eat a lot of chocolate.  I eat as much chocolate as possible until I’m sure if I eat one more piece it will all come back up, my body will reject anymore chocolate because it is suffering from a sugar overload.  I don’t open the nutella.  (maybe for tomorrow’s breakfast?!)

then I say “no.  no. no.  no. no.  no.” a bunch of times.  I’m not sure why.

then I eat an apple.

my mood….sadly has not improved much.  (I CHOSE THE WRONG CHOCOLATE!) AND now I feel awful for swearing to eat healthy and then gorging myself on chocolate.  ok!  tomorrow is when I start to eat healthy!

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we go to a restaurant for dinner.  I order a chicken pesto dish.  I don’t understand why I order pesto at restaurants.  the pesto is always ok and NEVER good because nothing can compare to my father’s pesto.

magic!  I am much less grumpy after dinner.

I sit on the couch at home, sift through old emails I need to deal with, and start planning stuff for the Columbia Neuroscience Society.

I listen to my mother and sister bicker across the room.  I chose to be Switzerland, but I get yelled at anyway.

Then I eat a few more malt balls and now I’m ready for bed!  But perhaps I will watch some cartoons in spanish and read a few science times articles before I say gute nacht.