I went to see the plastic surgeon yesterday. He was nice and his office was in this really old antique house. But I digress. When he started looking at my scar, he said, "Hum, you said this was an auto accident? Well, I think you might have some glass in your scar."
So this story ends like this, I have to get minor surgery two days after Christmas so I don't miss any school. Sucks, I know, but my boyfriend gets to come over and stay with me the day after. So yay!
That's all I have to say, and I made this a journal entry because it was such a weird thing. According to the plastic surgeon, this is very common in car accidents, but it's still really weird. Okay, I'm done.
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I hope all goes well, and wow, never knew that at all. I can't believe it's common and still there since like 2004 that's what? 3 years? holy crap...
So now I'm wondering if you could stop over at my house Thursday after noon, after school. I need you to help me activate my photoshop because I can't figure out where to find this phone number thing you're talking about. Tell me tomorrow if you can come over.
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Ich versteh euch nicht!
Join the obsession ~haus-of-rammstein
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Ich versteh euch nicht!
Join the obsession ~haus-of-rammstein
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