Hello once again. Now you can enjoy another lengthy journal from lovable Gomez. =3

Alright, now I'm gonna give you guys the straight cold facts on what crap's been happening to me about my sickness that seems to love me soooooo much! So last Friday I had a colonoscopy done. They basicly shoved a camera up my butt and looked around my colon for a good 30 minutes. They took pictures of the inside of my colon, and then they were done. How simple!

The results? >> Well, from the way it looks, my colon is completely healthy except for the closest region to where the opening of my... anal hole is? XD You can tell I'm in a good mood. ANYWAY! There's tiny holes. It looks like if you took a sharp pencil, and just started poking a sheet of paper quickly, leaving little dots. If you want an example, look up pictures for colitis on Google. Take one of those pictures, take away the pus, and lessen the number of dots. You've got my colon! The holes are bloody, and most likely, this is the reason why I've had diherrea constantly for a good three months.

But, amazingly, this isn't it! Apparently, it looks like I might have Crohn's Disease. Go look it up, cause I don't want to summarize it. T___T It's evil. And I have pollips(sp?), which are cells in my colon that are possibly cancerous. We'll find out if they are when I get the results from the biopsy they performed. My life is going to change. I can't have anything that has gluten. That, generally, is anything made with flour. I eat flour products, I'll get worse, more deadly diherrea. This sucks, cause when I go to resturants, WTH am I gonna eat?!?!

As far as colds are concerned, I have some allergies, but they're pretty much gone now, except for an occasional cough. This morning, I woke up, having to go to the bathroom. The number one rule is to keep your door closed. Lucky likes to eat trash. Well, about a week ago, I had some delicious ribs, and threw away the bones in my garbage. Being it 4 in the morning, and having the instinct to go to the restroom, the thought of closing my door didn't come across my little brain. So of course, Lucky takes this chance to go snoop around. Knowing the powerful nose of the dog, those bones will meet their inevitable doom.

While I'm in the bathroom, I can already hear the snapping of a puppy devouring a tasy bone. Knowing that puppies can not digest regular bones, when I get out of the bathroom, I of course try to get the bone out of his mouth. Note this is my first time dealing with a larger breed of dog as a pet. I open his mouth a teeny bit, shove my hand in there to try and get the bone. My hand slips and my other hand's fingers get stuck in Lucky's mouth. We know dogs with human food... have a DEATH GRIP on that food when they get it. My middle finger is stuck in his molars, and he's crushing it, almost impaling my ring finger as well. I'm in agony as of now, and I end up slamming my arm in Lucky's back to try and make him let go. Now you guys know I would NEVER hurt a dog on my own doing, but it hurt like steamy hell. I end up having to choke Lucky, and he finally lets go.

The damage. A small scratch on the skin above my nailbed that bled a heavy load. My nail sunk in a few milimeters into my finger, and the side of my finger looks like I wrestled with a chainsaw for .03 seconds. I have no idea how much I was bleeding, but I made a good trail from the living room to my bathroom. I cleaned myself up, put a crappy bandaid on there, and went back to sleep. Later on, dad finds out what happened, and he becomes my nurse for the morning.

The lesson learned from this. When a dog has a bone, leave him alone! Damn!! ><

As for me now, I need to get that contest entry done.