The good news is that if God smiles upon me tomorrow when my mom and I hustle Delta, I will be going home to New York early. I had fun and bizarre times with my family on this trip but the New York withdrawal took a few years off my life, I think.

For anyone uninformed about tonsillectomies, unless you get off on the sensation of swallowing razorblades while simultaneously being choked do not ever get one. I lived in the hotel Eloise-style and ordered room service for every meal. My sister accidentally dressed like a lil lezzie one day while playing nurse and it was great. We took photo booth pictures and one of them turned out creepy (look closely lol). When I started feeling better my mom took me to a hair salon and my haters will be delighted to know that it resulted in this. My grandpa bought me and my sister coats that matched his and we walked around town like triplets for a while. We went to a movie and the theater had a funny bathroom. A lot happened for a trip in which I left my bed maybe only twice. 

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