sick of my arm

This hole in my arm is really frustrating me. I mean, it really isn't too bad. Frankly, it's not bad at all. It could be SO much worse. And it's not really a hole in my arm. I know just seeing that probably has some of you wondering what the hell is wrong with Hamilton's arm. It's just the site of my operation. It's all stitched up and covered up with a bandage, but it hurts... not tons all the time, but every once in a while, I just want to go piss a rottweiler off so it will bit my whole arm off... sweet relief, huh?

Anyway, this dumb thing has basically had me in the house from Monday until today. I finally left the house, but when I did, my mom was all worried about me the whole time I was gone. I really feel like I can't do anything right now. Whatever happened to me being grown and coming and going when I want... oh wait, that was when I was grown and not handicapped... duh.

Anyway, to top it all off, I'm gonna have this stupid thing bothering me all day on my birthday. Happy friggin' birthday to me.

This is NOT fun. But hopefully you can tell from the voice of this entry that I am more annoyed than angry. It doesn't have me doubled over in pain... it just has me frustrated. Plus I look really stupid when I eat, 'cause I can't bend my right arm, so I either eat clumsily with my left hand or attempt to eat with my right hand by sitting far away from the table. bending my wrist so that my hand points as far towards my face as possible, then push my head out as far as I can to reach the food. Yeah, Patrick laughed at me tonight... and Sammie kept grabbing my arm... and Jess Hall kept feeling my "thrill" (that's the blood rushing through the little tube in my arm that you can actually feel).

I'm an alien freak of nature. Rawr.