My throat is swollen so badly, I can’t even get my little pills down. I can’t breathe through my nose. I am in incredible pain when I try to swallow. Pain that radiated through my jaws and to my ears. My implants are pressing on my jaw bone, so I’m not getting good reception.

I had to go pee an hour ago and Dennis was taking a bath (he finally got home) when I told the dog to move, as she was taking her sweet old time getting off the bed and stretching, Dennis cried out from the bathroom, “WHAT?!” I yelled back “Nothing!” as loud as I could. He freaked out and called back, “WHAT?!” I stomped into the bathroom and screamed back at him: “NOTHING!! I wanted that bitch to move!”

He’s insisting on taking me to the doctor tomorrow, but for now, I just want to sleep. I took several of those little pills just now since I could swallow a little better since the snot has come up. I know what my doctor is going to say, “Oh that’s just fat ganging up in your throat. Do you want the gastric bypass now, or should we wait until it does the same thing to your brain?” The bastard. I personally don’t think things like that are even remotely funny. Of course my husband is worried they might give me a shot. I am the least tripanphobic in the world. Much so that I’ve stuck myself with needles to run my own tests. The pills are kicking in. I should go lay down. Maybe after rushing some Tyenol with chocolate milk.