Ahhhhhh, a whiny one

Still in lots of pain. Can't wait for next week. Hopefully I will feel better then. Between nausea, pain, and hunger I am reaching the end of my patience. The pain meds make me feel nauseous and sick. No eating makes me feel sick but it hurts to eat. Then I need more meds and the cycle starts again. All I can think of is food but I can't have most of the stuff I want or the thought of what I can have makes me feel sick. I realize I'm whining but I need to get it out. I read two more books and managed to watch a movie so those were distractions. I have good moments and bad moments throughout the day but I seriously can't wait until its all behind me. I keep trying to tell myself that. Chin up and just keep swimming. Sometimes its hard. At the doctors today they said that my tonsils were swollen up inside my skin and down into my throat. So they really had to work to get them out. I can tell.

Apple Butter Festival

I've been feeling really bad lately. I have got an awesome cold and sore throat. I get sick every year except for last year because of being in nice, warm TX. So this is a nice welcome back to the land of real winter, Jennifer! HAHAHAHA!!!! (That was supposed to be winter or WV talking) I hate it. I only surface out of my drug induced sleep to eat and occasionally pet the cat who seems to think that laying on my face and purring is the way I will feel better. I hate getting sick because for me it usually ends in bronchitis or pneumonia because I am stubborn when it comes to doctors. You go and waste all your money for them to say take some over the counter stuff you'll be fine but then when I don't go it ends in the worse way with me severely sick and usually in need of antibiotics.

Also, this weekend is the Apple Butter Festival. It sounds dumb I know but its a whole big event centered around the making of Apple Butter- it's a craft show, carnival, parade, and party in one. It's a lot of fun and I usually go every year dragging my friends from "the city" down who can't get enough of the small town quaintness. There's almost always some sort of partying going on as well. Last year was the best year ever with all my very best friends at a kick ass party that lasted well into the night, riding my nephews crotch rocket, and my friends buying out the patrons in wine, apple butter, and other nifty items. This year I am sick, most of my friends are away or not talking to one another and the majority of us are broke. I still think I will have a good time if I can rally myself into it but nothing will compare to the ultimateness that was last year.