My tongue has healed.
My day was pretty boring...
Though I saw a dog chase a deer through the parking lot at rehab..
And I saw a peacock.
Fuck my life.
Anyways, I had clinic yesterday. My mum took me and my appt was an hour in total, which is fantabulous b/c you usually wait in the room alone for an hour, and the appt usually is another hour, so the fact that i was seen and out the door in 1 is marvelous.
I confessed to the doctor my fears of becoming morbidly obese post tx. Upon a reflection of my poor diet choices as of late (like consuming a whole advent calendar on Sunday, mad making of fudge, and shortbread cookies, and no bake chocolate chip cookies on Sat, and finishing a bag of chips today, and massive amounts of pop consumption), post -tx obesity is a huge fear for me. My doc informed me that for me alone it wouldn't be a huge weigh gain since i'm small, but still, the thought of 10-15 lbs at most on my 5' foot frame is frightening. I want to be healthy post-tx, i don't want to be disgusting whale. Oh well, I know post-tx i'll eat better anyways and work out and all that, so i hope it's not a huge concern.
Today i entertained myself by watching Dr. Phil. It was a special that i have been looking forward to for weeks - obese children. Oddly enough, obese children make me feel better about myself (is that a horrible confession? it probably is, and i'm probably going to hell now) but it made me skip with glee on the inside to think that i'm 23 and 95lbs - i'm not 10 years old and 190lbs. And my parents don't have locks on the cupboards to keep me from consuming the shelves in a fit of rage.
Anywho, here's your sporatical dose of Henry Cavill scrumpulousness. Don't look too long or else you might just get pregnant:
And for generosity's sake, here's vid of a fat kill (kind of)falling out of rollercoaster. Made my day. Completely horrible, I know....but...miraculous at the same time: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-CXwgifA4U