So, I feel this thing is in need of an update. I hope it will actually sound coherant(Vicodin is wonderful stuff). I finished finals last Thursday and then took the 135 shoes that had been collected to the NikeTown at Phipps Plaza. Grades came out earlier this week. I didn't do great, but I didn't case too much damage.  I made A's in Introduction to Biomedicine and Culture and Computer Science and C's in Introduction to Evolution, Anatomy and Physiology, and Behavioral Pharmacology. I wish a couple of those were higher, but this was one of those times where you are thankful to just make it through. I've been home the past week mainly sleeping, reading, taking care of Max, and trying to relax. It helps that Amethst has been on a school trip to Florida since Wednesday. I love her, but the peace and quiet has been nice (plus I know she is having fun). Thursday night I went out with Angela. We went to Sonic and then to Jacob Robinson's baseball game, where I got to see other people as well. It was fun. I feel like I rarely get to see people who I have known forever, and it can be nice to simpley catch up.  

This morning was torture exercise for Amanda. My dad insisted tht I get up at 5:30 to gaurentee we made it to Peidmont before I needed to be there at 7:30. So, I get there at roughly 6:50, which was insane. They admited me and all that jazz around 7:45, so I got to have the extreme pleasure of  sitting in a hospitl bed reading Alice in Wonderland and watching Charmed for an hour and a half trying to ignore the very unhappy preschooler over a cuple of curtains. While I was doing this, I got to change into a very lovely green partient gown, and they gave me an IV, which was really only annoying because I kept wanting to mess with it, while knowing that was a very bad idea. Eventually, the anestiology person came in sedated me. They took me to OR #2 and moved me to the surgical table. I got oxygen and was given the actual anesthesia. Next thing I know, I rebember waking up from a very good dream and wanting to fall back asleep eventhough some part of me was telling me to stay awake.  They moved my bed to another part of recovery, and the nurse went to find my parents. Apparently, I had been in surgery for roughly two hours eventhough they had initally proposed it would take only an hour or so. Whatever, I was given plently of yummy cranberry juice since it had been determined I was dehydrated. Eventually, I was given my post op orders of sorts. Dr, Hoffmann had told part of them to my parents. They were going to give me the thirteen year old tube-of-doom, but the surgical Tech dropped it. Finally after all this fun, I was able to be dismissed and change back into my actual clothes. As soon as I got into the car, I drugged myself with my antibiotic and Vicodin(cutting up the ear and intubation are not painless). We ran by campus, so I could water my plants and decided to pick up textbooks. I met my new roommate, whose name I have forgotten- opps. Afterwards, I curled up in the car and slept most of the way to West Cobb. We grabbed luch at Atlanta Bread Company, and then I came home and slept. Upon waking, I sort of ignored my post-op orders and went with my dad to walk Max. Upon returning, I redugged myself. Yeah, this will be a fun couple of weeks. Having a hole in the eardrum, which had diminished hearing is not cool, but neither is having tympanoplaty(the surgical reapir of said hole).

Anyways, unless something crazy happens before tomorow evening (which could happen seeing as how I just has a graft put in my ear), I will be going to Gwen's graduation part tomorow. Its wierd to think that she graduated, but it is awesome in the same sense. I haven't seen her in forever, so yeah. 

I think I shall end it here and hope my tale makes some level of sense.