A Chipmunked Santa Clause

So yesterday morning, on the infamous Friday the 13th, I had four bones cut cautiously from my body. Those four bones would be my wisdom teeth that were burried, or impacted, deep into my jaw.
So yesterday morning at 6:30am my little brother woke me up and made me take my medicine that I was required to take an hour before my surgery. It was an anti-nausea pill, which actually proved to be very helpful later in the day. I fell back asleep shortly there after and my mom came upstairs and halled me out of bed. We got to the doctors office around 7:30 and I was called back into the back room around 7:45am.
The one nurse who was short, stalky with dark brown hair had me lay down on the operation bed. She told me to relax and started explaining this to me and how things were going to be done. She was a very sweet girl whos personality was very friendly and soothing. However, when she put my IV in the crease of my elbow she didn't exactly get it in the vein right. Immediatley my blood sugar began to drop and I got really dizzy. I passed out a woke up shortly after. She had a wet wash closh on my forehead and was taking my IV out of my elbow. The other nurse came into the room and she wasn't nearly as friendly as the other girl that was in there before. She took my hand and started hitting my hand and told me that she was going to put the IV in my hand instead.
After they got the IV in me they sat me back up and Dr. Brady came in. He put his hand on my shoulder and asked how I was doing. The nurse said, "your going to get sleepy here in a few minutes" and thats the last thing I remember. I was out like a light.
I don't remember getting into the car, getting home, getting into bed or anything. The only thing I remember is waking up around 4:30 that afternoon and not remembering how I got into bed.
Now, I look like a chipmunked santa clause. My cheeks are all puffy and one cheek is bruised a little bit. The doctors office has provided me with this nifty little ice pack that is while that has an opening on both sides that allows me to slide ice packs into it. It velcros on the top of my head. So now I look like a chipmunked santa clause.
Ps. Im doped up on loratab, so if this doesnt make sense, im sorry.

Overcoming Situations

First off, my apologies for not posting since the Turkey Tourney.

I've had a lot of time to think latley and as a matter of a fact, that's all I've been doing latley.
In doing so I've over come a lot of problems that have been nothing but weights on my shoulders since highschool. Things that I still find to be giant mountains standing in my path to get where I want to be in life.
My self esteem has, and probably will always be a little dented, because of the fact that I didn't go to a University for college. Obligations were presented when I begun applying for school my senior year of high school. My mom told me that we wouldn't have enough money to send me to a universtiy where I could live in a dorm. (Which, I still feel is bullshit) She said that if I wanted to go to those schools I'd have to work full time and pay for my dorms. Or I could commute to GSU because it was only in Atlanta.
Of course, this is not what I wanted and neither did my mom. Especially after I showed her how much my gas bill would be for the commute in my, at the time, 92 4Runner. Which, may I add, was a tank of a vehicle that sucked gas.
So there I was, stuck going to a stupid community college, totally miserable and feeling like I was an idiot. The only thing that didn't bother me was that I was going to school, unlike several people that I knew that went to my high school. The times that it really sucked is when people, wearing there Emory shirts or there Georgia Tech hats asked me, "Oh and where are you going to school?" Of course, my first reaction was to hide the fact that I was a failure and say "I'm starting at GSU late. Working right now." That usually held them off. That was just for the first year after I graduted.
However, as I got older, it became much harder to lie about something that wasn't true. It was almost worse to be working and not in school at all by the time I was 19. It wasn't until recently that it really became a problem. Being someone whos been through private school, private college and then a large university has forced me to change the way I have to deal with this weight thats been pulling me down for so long.
My natural expectancey of anyone in a real college, as they have been named, has been that they will look down on me for my lack of intelligence. Which, may I add, isnt the reason why I am not at a universtiy. In fact, most people I still get that vibe from, which really does suck.
However, I've learned to cope with the fact that things weren't as easy for me. I'm not someone whos going to school, getting drunk, flunking out. I'm not someone whos totally taking advantage of the fact that my parents have a lot of money and can send me where ever I wanted.
I am different.
I will get through this.

yes there are spelling errors and gramatical errors - I don't feel like editing.