Okay. Another one of those updates on my whole situation.

I'm going to be ranty for a moment here because I'm grumpy. I may be even grumpier than the dwarf. Who knows. I shouldn't update when I'm grumpy, but shh.

Uh. Good news: had my surgery. My gallbladder was dry, scarred up, and full of stones and crushed stones. Scar tissue was attaching to my liver. They had to scrape it off my liver. Now my liver hurts, and that gas they inflate you with is still hurting my back and shoulders pretty bad, but I have vicodin. That controls it enough that I can sleep. A lot. And, hey, the gallbladder is gone. (Really, now, such a simple surgery should not be as complicated and fucked as it has been. People get that shit done ALL THE TIME. o.O)

Bad news: lost my job, because I was off too long for this. Denied Medicaid because I'm over 18, not pregnant, and not dying. And I'm relying on pain medication and feeling completely useless. I hate relying on pain medication and feeling useless. So much. Oh, and I still can't find my wallet. Doesn't matter anyway, because I'm pretty fucking broke.

Good news again: I'm around. Come find me. Fucking entertain me. And when they're sure my liver is all right, I can see what to do about my job/any job.

I shall try to look a little more alive around here.