After spending about two hours on the phone last night, Kelly and I seem to be at the same place we were before I had him call to clarify a few things. Due to the heavy narcotics I was on, I would eventually end up arguing with a point I had made several hours ago. It went in circles, I continued to burst into tears, and I feel that we only took steps in the wrong direction as opposed to moving forward with things.
Today is my last day home. I've finished all my packing (except for my laptop, laptop charger, phone charger) and will be ready to stay the night at Kelly's when his mom picks me up around seven tonight. From there, I wake up around... four in the morning, shower, eat breakfast and get to the airport by 6:45 at the latest. My flight is... 7:30 or 7:45 from DIA. I land in Minnesota for a four and a half layover and at 3:00 I fly from Minnesota to Bloomington, Illinois where I will get finally get to see Kelly.
On an amazingly bright side, I woke up and the swelling on my face was down by, oh, 30%. If it continues to decrease at this fantastic pace, I will be--almost--normal looking when I get picked up from the airport. I also haven't taken any Vicodin today. It's true, the throbbing is constant and a total pain in my ass, but I'd rather that than be sleeping through the day and forgetting to pack this or that. Mom has insisted that I go into teh oral suregon for a quick check up today; there's a piece of skin... or something hanging down by the stitches on the bottom left side. It hurts to eat, tastes like blood when I bite on it, and aches even when my mouth is closed.
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That's it. We're breaking up the day he leaves for basic...
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