My tonsils have been swollen for a week. I stare at my throat for several minutes a day (I like to be aware of what is going on in there) and there is a significant amount of swelling in that whole... tonsilish region. I think I'm going to go to the doctor on Tuesday. I hope I don't have to have them removed. That can't be free. Everyone I've known who has gotten their tonsils removed has said it's improved their singing voice so I guess it can't hurt. Unless something goes terribly wrong and they accidentally (or maybe on PURPOSE??? to SABOTAGE ME??) like... cut my vocal chords. If that's even possible. That'd be my big fear.
And maybe the doctors will just give me medicine to stop the swelling and get all the gunk out of them. It really feels like my tonsils are FILLED WITH GOO. It's awful.
Today Chris and I went on a walk around the park. We brought a whole bunch of nickles to feed the ducks but right when we got to the duck pond we saw a dead duck being... defiled... by another duck. Ohhhh God. It was the most disturbing thing I've seen in real life. We were going to stop but we just walked away in fear and disgust and left the park altogether. I was so freaked out. I hate those ducks, now. Some of them were really shady to begin with but this just takes the cake. A few of these ducks would hang out with these big, ugly geese and they always looked mean. Today their meanness has been proven. On the walk home we saw a male and a female duck a couple blocks away just walking around in someone's yard. I yelled to them, "Don't ever go back there, ducks!! RUN!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!!" I hope they did.
Tomorrow it's supposed to be 85! I finally decided it was a good idea to open the kitchen window. It's been closed since... well, since we went on tour for the first leg, I guess (September). Wow, what an interesting paragraph this was. The weather and how we opened a window. MY LIFE RULES.
My friend Rob Walter has a tumor in his brain the size of a ping pong ball. He's being operated on on Wednesday at the Cleveland Clinic. Rob went to Kent but we also did Godspell together in 2000. He's only a couple of days older than me and he's such a great guy and I am really hoping everything goes okay. Apparently they don't THINK it's cancer since he's so young and he takes better care of himself than anyone, ever, but still. It's completely crazy. The only reason they even found out about it was because he started taking gymnastics again and all the flipping in mid-air caused him to have a seizure after like, the 10th flip. I am just STUNNED that you can have a tumor in your BRAIN for long enough to let it grow to the size of a ping pong ball and have NO IDEA. That's terrifying. He's in really good spirits. I just hope it's not cancer and that they get it out and that everything is okay.
Well, Happy Memorial Day to everyone...
