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| My gnarly after first surgery pic |
Well,
my name is Shawna and I’m going to tell you a not a so funny story. Now this
story starts and ends with Mexican food. Ok, let me get down with the
juicy details. I had the monster of all headaches. I’m talking like
a pitchfork to my brain. And I lived like a lonely hermit for one week.
So,
I’m getting kind of tired of living in a dark soundless world. So my nanny
family (aka my boss) told
me that I should get out and do something. Now my head is still hurting
something fierce but I am quite bored with myself.
So,
I take the car downtown to get some Mexican food for lunch delish. And then
starts a whole new slew of other problems. Once I was at the restaurant I
could not get the car to turn off.
Then
when I was ready to leave after I got my delicious bag food I could not get the
car to start. So I decided to just walk the 3 miles home with my precious bag
of food.
So
I’m walking home and cars keep honking at me and this is not helping my
headache situation at all. And my left hand keeps dropping my bag of food. Now
I’m annoyed with the cars and myself for mangling my not so beautiful food at
this point. It’s a no win situation; I just want to be home and eat my food.At
this point I really wish I had my phone but, I misplaced the charger earlier in
the week so it was dead as a doornail. So I’m walking for what seems like
forever, and the bad mannered cars are still honking. I have the urge to
through my refried beans at some of them. But I guess the urge to eat them wins
because I keep them safely tucked away in my bag. So I get to what I think is
my neighborhood and walk up to what I know deep down is my house.
But
the key is not working. But I keep trying because this is my house. And I
really want to get inside and eat my now cold food. And be in a nice quite
atmosphere. Then this women I don’t know pulls into the drive way and ask if
she can help
I tell her that I’m just trying to get
inside my house. She then tells me that this is her house, and for whatever
reason I take her word for it. She then she asks for my address so I tell her
and she then tells me it is the next street over.. I don’t know why I believe
her but I do And So I start walking again. Finely I find my home. And it
was quite the ordeal to get there, but I don’t really understand Why this has
all been so hard for me to accomplish but everything about this day has been
confusing.
So,Once I'm finely at my house its
such a relieve to be home and I use the key and walk right through
It really helps to have the right house who knew?! So I walk right
back to the kitchen to eat my Mexican food My boss people A.K.A my
nanny family and my sister Jamie are there I don't quit remember what
I did or said but Jamie said I was acting weird well, more then my
usual level or weird- ness kind of flighty and unable to stay on the
same subject m really unaware of what was going on. So at some
point my boss Sean (a doctor) starts asking me all these random
question s like who is the president and vise Pres. I start To
remember one time waking up in delusional state of mind,looking
down at my and wondering why someone was cross stitching on my arm.
They had put an IV in my arm and stitched it down. Another somewhat
lucid moment was I was laying in bed cold and confused not
knowing or understanding what was going on. and these 2 mean in
suits walk in and Its the craziest I see them and have an instant
feeling of comfort and piece. I guess my mom all thy in Utah called
my church and sent someone over to give ,e a blessing it was much
appreciated That's my mom for you she always knows what you need
before I do.
