...since my last update on here. I guess it's because I've pretty much given up on the art thing. I haven't drawn a serious picture in months. It's because I suck and I finally realized it.

The last thing I did draw was a My Little Pony with a swastika on her ass getting shot through the neck by a drunk hunter with a confederate flag on his hat. It was in Statistics and it was amusing. But I gave it to my friend, so I can't even put it in my scraps.

I went to the hospital the other morning at 6:30. I had been in pain all night (it felt like somebody was squeezing my stomach while simultaneously trying to FALCON PAWNCH! through my to my back (i.e. there was great pain my stomach, going all the way through to my back).

They put an IV in my hand and gave me Nexium, Toridol, and some medicine to help with nausea. Then they made me drink sixteen ounces of hell (i.e. some water that had really nasty stuff mixed in that would help them clearly see what was wrong with my insides during a CAT scan). I threw up my first swallows of it, but I was okay after that.

Before my CAT scan, they put some dye in my veins and it felt very warm going in. It also made me feel like I had to pee. The guy said that was normal.

Anyways. To cut this long story even shorter, I have gallstones and I will probably have surgery to get my gallbladder out. Which is okay, I guess.

And that's all I wanted to type here.



-Hollie