Aisalynn Writes

I think my mother is having some kind of OCD freak out. She's been vacuuming her room for two days now, and half an hour ago she had me vacuum her bed with the vacuum nozzle inch by inch, because she'd already done it twice and she didn't have an energy for a third time. Yesterday she was frantically stomping around the house with a bottle of Windex in one hand and a fly swatter in the other, and kept saying things like "There can be a thousand dust mites in just a dot the size of a pin! A pin!" Today she started screaming at my dad because he apparently didn't wash his hands well enough from when he came in from the outside and she could see the dirt he left everywhere. It took her the entire cupboard of cups to find one she could drink out of because she said every single cup was dirty even though I went and looked through them and there was nothing wrong with them.

She's rather scary at the moment and I've been hiding in my room or outside, and happily took the errand of running to get her a whole new set of pillows (because her old ones could have too many dust mites) just so I could get away.

She also keeps yelling at me for being tired all the time and dozing off every time I sit down--even though she knows that it's not my fault and it's not like I'm just being lazy. I can't help it, I'm tired all the time and the doctor refuses to up my medication. *growls in frustration*

Ugh. This is not fun. This was not fun when I had to do it for my own high school graduation three years ago. It is especially not fun doing it for my brother's.

*stares at giant stack of blank announcements*

I'm telling you, I don't care how nice my family says my handwriting is, when my little sister graduates in two years? She's filling out her own.

*sighs and goes back to work*

When I'm laying down my cat likes to curl up in the crook of my arm, rest her head on my chest and knead my neck and shoulder as I pet her. Since getting my tonsils removed however, my neck is swollen and tender and it hurts when she does that. I've been lying in bed for a week now, which she has seen as ample opportunity to curl up with me, but she gets very confused and upset when I push her away from my neck. She's at the foot of my bed right now, sulking.

Poor thing. Mommy still loves you, I swear.

Even if you do have an annoying habit of peeing on my bedroom floor. *sigh*


Seventh day since getting my tonsils removed, and I'm still not talking, just gesturing and writing things down. My dad keeps trying to get me to talk, saying that I need to or my throat won't heal right--which is utter bull shit, 'cause I know people who didn't say a word for at least two weeks after getting their tonsils removed and their fine. It hurts when I talk, and I sound like I'm deaf so people have trouble understanding me, so I don't see the point.

I think the scabs in the back of my throat are about ready to fall off, which is gross and uncomfortable. I keep eating popsicles. I didn't like them at the beginning--too cold--but they're doing wonders to sooth my throat now that it's all scratchy from the scabs.

I've cut down on the pain medicine--only taking it about twice a day now--which is good, because it made me feel nauseous and it burned going down, making me gag and cry.

All in all, this has been a very unpleasant experience, to say the least. But my doctor's tell me it was worth it--apparently my tonsils were far more infected than I thought. They said it was the worse they'd seen in a while.


Big Bang reveal was posted. I'm so excited about my artist. I can't wait to see what she comes up with. :D