Hello, my dudes. Buckle up your seatbelts because I’m about to tell you a story about my day. (May 24th because this will probably get posted sometime way later) << it did, months later.
So I woke up this morning at 8:30am after a dream that someone was going to kill me for splashing soda on their car. The man chased me into my house and pulled out a gun and *poof* I woke up.
But when I woke up I realized the whole left side of my face was in pain. My ear, my throat.. okay not the whole left side, but you get the point. So after laying in my bed for an unnecessary amount of time, I got up and went and looked in the mirror. I could feel that my tonsil was swollen, so me being the person I am, turned on my flashlight and looked at my throat. There was a nasty spot on the back of my throat, and I was certain it was a tonsil stone. Then I started doing research about my symptoms, and I was sure I had tonsil cancer.
After calming myself down and reminding myself I most likely didn’t have cancer, I told my mom about it. She was pretty upset about me saying I needed to go to the doctor ASAP since we were supposed to leave to go to my grandparents in Heber Springs today. So I told her I’d suck it up until we got there if she would let me take my dog with me. She agreed so I went to go get my baby, Dasia. When I got her in her carrier, she bolted out. I had to chase after her until I finally tricked her into running inside. Haha, loser. I fixed her carrier and we put her in the car. When we’d stop at places she’d act all big and bad when people walked by by barking or growling. She’s never hurt anyone so I have no idea why she thinks she’s gotta look like a baddie...
Well that’s enough words for now, folks. Part two coming whenever I feel like typing more.
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