Hopefully for Better Breathing, My Dear

I had a procedure done today in my nose to hopefully make it so I can breathe better.  Though for the first week it'll be worse.  Yay.  Plus, when I was having it done, I asked the nurse how much bleeding to expect, and she said a few drops, maybe, so I told her that I'm an easy bleeder.  She told the doctor, and they gave me some extra stuff to help prevent bleeding.  I still managed to have blood gushing out my nose and down my throat.  More stuff to prevent bleeding! I even accidentally coughed blood on the doctor D: but he said that it was okay, and that's why he wore red.  I love him.   I should probably explain the procedure to the best of my abilities.  They lidocained up my nose, added some no-bleedy stuff, a bunch of novocaine, and a metal piece to my lower back to prevent electrocution.  Then they electrically burned into some of the flaps inside my sinuses to try to make them smaller by way of them shrinking in towards the burning.  If this doesn't work, I have to have full-fledged surgery where they take out stuff with something that is basically a mini meat grinder/sucker.  I hope this one works.

I also had a lovely weekend.  Andy and I cleaned the entire house most thoroughly, and then had a day filled with meeting out of town friends of my friend, playing billiards, taking them to a local pub that rocks, and then back to our place for a couple frozen drinks and games.  It was awesome.  Then the next day (the actual Memorial Day) My friend came back to my place after seeing her friends off to relax with movies, and another friend came over, and then we learned about the explosion and subsequent fire just a bit away at the paper mill.  We don't have a LAN line, so the city couldn't even contact us to tell us to stay inside. Meh, the weather took care of that.  And our tiredness.

Oh Yeah, By The Way, I Adopted An Angora Rabbit.

I have a really good friend, blumzieluxuryyarns who breeds and raises angora rabbits.  She had this one chubby little satin angora bunny named Bunny who had infertility issues, just like a certain author that is writing these words right now.  She offered to give (!<3!) her to me, because she needs rabbits whose lady bits work right.
At first, when I brought her home, I wasn't sure it was going to work.  She got an insanely bad UTI that was made worse reeeaaaaly fast because of the stress of moving, so she ended up peeing blood.  Not good.  Plus when our puppy got near her she flipped out and scratched at his face and grunted at him.  I took her to my vet, who is so awesome, and sees all kinds of animals, like hamsters and bunnies, because he is tired of people treating them like disposable pets.  She got a shot (that she took like a BOSS) and got some nasty smelling meds that I had to force feed her with an infant syringe.  Little by little she got better, and we moved her into the garage on a pedestal, where she has her own space, but we bring her inside about every other day.
Bunny, now mostly known as Honey Bunny has calmed down a lot.  She flips out if she doesn't get food fast enough, which includes her throwing her food dish around, and anything else not secured to the wall, and a diva-like huff and a body move (that thing huffy prissy women do) fit for a movie starlet, lol.  She likes Teddy... in that she wants to hump him now.  Which with long claws hurts. Teddy keeps more of a distance now, unless she engages him in play in the living room. We gave her a blankie, and now she won't let anyone mess with it :D She uses it for cuddles, and to hide her treats, chewies, and toys.  We are now in the process of getting a custom hutch (bigger hole for her).  We also got her a chest harness and leash that she's getting used to.  With my new dosage of meds I was able to go outside in the backyard with both fuzzies for about ten minutes. I consider this a big win.  I love my new dosage.

Introducing: Honey Bunny!

 Just chillin' in the corner under some windows.

And for some added drama(and hilarity), have this:

Darn you lack of translating well into written wordiness *shakes fist at sky*

Sometimes I hate the written word.  The spoken word in person involves body movements, inflections, and all sorts of other things that I somehow manage to get wrong half the time.  If you take out the people-ness of talking, ie: talking on the phone, there are tons of corrections one must make because there are mistakes in how people take your words because they can't see you.  Now look at something like this blog, or... Facebook.  (I'll talk more about you in a moment).  I may not say these words out loud, but I have certain inflections and pauses in my head.  I have an idea of exactly how I am saying these words.  You, the reader, have no idea what words I say louder, or softer, where I put the emphasis in syllables, and in some cases, don't even know what my voice sounds like.  So much is missed in what is probably the most important way, and easiest way to spread, of conveying words.  I wish I had payed more attention in english class, because I must be missing something important.
Facebook... ah, Facebook, how I sometimes loathe you.  I try to write snarky and funny comments on my family's pictures, they misinterpret what I say and get mad and delete it and won't talk about it.  I try to ask an honest question, and my family takes it as a meanly said slam against them, and freaks out at me.  I just can't win.  ...with my family.... maybe I should change part of my rant to something against my family and their lack of understanding me... Nah, too much work for one rant.
Feel free to tell me of any mistakes I made in my rant, because my meds haven't kicked in yet and reading all these words back to myself makes my lack of medicine migraine worse.
How do you feel about the written word in places like Facebook?