Ohhh gutted. My insurance company thinks my operation is cosmetic! *rolleyes* Which means itâ€™s not covered by my health insurance. So I am going to have to fork out a fair wad of cash for a private hospital. Iâ€™ve decided that I might just have to get it done in the public hospital. Which means I donâ€™t need to wait too long as nobody wants to use the public hospital for plastic surgery right, they munt your face up. So Iâ€™m going in a few weeks for surgery with the public one and itâ€™s gonna be painful and Iâ€™m really scared about my face -_- Iâ€™m probably going to end up looking like Iâ€™ve been attacked by Freddy Kruger. I hope people will still love me if something goes wrong.
/me is kinda scared
/me doesnâ€™t wanna be fugly
On a good note, new sounds installed yesterday. They sound good. I took the scooby out and blasted some Disturbed and it sounded awesome. Then someone put Pussy Cat Dolls on and I nearly had to evict them from the car. PCD – euck.
Charlotteâ€™s nana said she didnâ€™t want to look after her anymore So I have to find a new caregiver. I think itâ€™s going to be quite expensive. I already pay $200 to Kirsten to look after her at our house (free food, heating, Sky Digital TV, internet, car with petrol etc, etc) but itâ€™s just not enough. I need to find a caregiver. If you want to look after a really sweet kid at my house and use my Sky Digital TV and internet, then you call me and weâ€™ll work something out! Right before Christmas too, gah. >:(
So sleepy. Having such a shite day. What else is gonna happen, it comes in threes. I guess Oyn will break up with me now.
/me runs off crying