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Though there for a while I was worried I was gonna be. But I'll get more into that in a bit..

A lot if shit has gone down since I last logged on to dA. I was sick on and off for the longest time, and during all of that I sort of lost the motivation to draw. Which blows, because I feel I was really starting to improve. Especially with coloring and shading. Oh well, I'll pick it up again in the future. I'm actually writing a bit now. Fan fiction, one of my many vices. Bet you can't guess what it's about.. ha.

I got a job, people! I'm currently working at Academy Animal Hospital, and it's freaking awesome. You can bet I'll be enrolling myself in school to become a full fledged vet tech in the future! I get to play with puppies and kitties all day, though it really sucks when some come in that you can't save and they end up having to be euthanized. Still, it's a wonderful job. Very fulfilling!

Now about that death thing. In November I got horrible stomach pains. I'd had stomach cramps before and this was way worse than anything like that. I just thought I might be getting a really bad case of stomach flu, because for a day or so I was vomiting like the freaking crazy chick in the Exorcist. Minus the 360 head spinning. I felt like total shit for a whole day and night, and by the next evening I felt like I was two minutes away from dying. I couldn't sit, stand or move without pain. I had to walk completely hunched over. And that's if I was even willing to walk at all. I had my suspicions about what was happening, but any other time I took a crack at guessing what was going on with me when I was sick I was always wrong. So, I brushed it off and basically told myself to suck it up. By the time it got to the point where I was constantly crying from the pain my parents and fiance decided it was time to go to the hospital. I aruged and fought with them simply because I didn't want to go. I hate that place and it freaks me the hell out. But there was this nagging in my head that told me I'd better get over it and just go. So, I did.

Pre-ER exam showed my BP was slightly low and I had a fever. The nurse believed that I wasn't making my symptoms up (apparently that happens a lot) and sent me back to a tiny room with a bed and a curtain for a door. A doc came in and examined me, then told me what I was pretty sure I already knew. "Well, looks like its your appendix." - I promptly got a rather revealing gown and an IV. This is the point where my fiance started to freak out. Next came the CT. I was stupid enough to forget I had my belly button pierced so I had to do more than one. After I sat in my room for another 45 minutes the nicest nurse ever came in and asked about my pain. I whimpered like an injured puppy and she shot me up with some morphine. I was high in 5 minutes, and it was awesome. No pain, I thought everything was funny and I kept asking the nurses and doctors if they really had sex in the on-call rooms like they do in Grey's Anatomy. Seriously.

The second doc I saw gave me even more bad news. Not only was it my appendix, but it had burst and from the looks of it the appendix had been ruptured for some time. Which means my body was leaking nasty infections into my abdominal cavity possibly infecting my other organs for God knows how long. People die from appendicitis when that happens. They die! He told me he was calling the general surgeon to come in and talk to me about my surgery. He literally said, "If you want to live you'll have the surgery." - Because I know I totally made a face when he first mentioned going under the knife. I'd never had surgery before and the thought scared me.

Another 45 minutes and the surgeon came in. He told me they were gonna try to do it laproscopically (three tiny holes instead of one giant one, for those who don't know what that is) but there was a good chance he'd have to open me up more because it had ruptured. So I was wheeled up to the surgical floor where I talked to the anesthesiologist about the goofy juice she was gonna knock me out with. Last thing I remember was asking if they would play The Rolling Stones during my surgery.

I woke up with the worst sore throat ever. Having a tube shoved down your throat for an hour and a half does that to a person, I suppose. And my lips were so chapped and cracked that they were bleeding. I didn't mind though. I was breathing, that's all that mattered. During the next 15 hours I slept a lot, probably from the massive amounts of drugs they were pumping into my IV. I made Nathan get in the hospital bed with me. The nurses made him get out every time they came in, but he'd always come back. My mom came to make sure I was okay. She didn't know what was going on with me for the longest time because my phone died 20 minutes after walking into the ER. After just over 24 hours the nurse took out my IV, the surgeon came to check up on me and I was discharged.

Post op wasn't terrible, (yay pain meds!) the incisions hurt for a few days after and I was generally sore and tired, but that was cake compared to the pain I was in before the surgery. And I got a week off from work. I went in for my check up and everything was fine. All three incisions were healing nicely according to the surgeon. They were itchy and annoying and I was constantly wanting to pick at them. After he checked me out he explained that my results had come back from pathology and my ruptured appendix was black, rotted, and littered with gangrene. Luckily my organs weren't infected. He said I couldn't have lived much longer with that thing in my body.

I literally could have died. Cease to exist. If I would have stuck with my stubborn ways I would be dead right now, or possibly still fighting for my life in the hospital. I look at my scars everyday and think damn, I'm lucky to be here. Some people hate scars and do everything they can to try and make them fade, but I hope I have those suckers for the rest of my life. I'm gonna wear 'em proudly, like little badges that say: "I survived".

That was the craziest (and scariest) thing that's happened since I've been away from dA. Other than that, and the excitement of a new job, I've been playing an unholy amount of Skyrim and Halo 4. Oh! And helping my sister to come up with roller derby names. I really wanted her to be Rolldemort, but it was taken. Sadly. If I was in roller derby I'd want a badass name like Rolldemort, lol.

I hope you all are doing well, and had a pleasant Thanksgiving/Xmas/New Year's! I shall be lurking in the shadows for a while as I work on the fan fiction I mentioned above. I may even post it here, I don't know. Until then I'll be checking my comments and notes, so stop by and say hi if you'd like!

Much love to you all,

The Girl Who Lived



(Jesus, I couldn't help myself what with the near death experience and the Voldemort roller derby name. I'm such a freaking nerd!)
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I can officially make rope halters now! :dance:

I think I may start making them for friends, or maybe even some to sell in the future. It's actually pretty simple once you get the hang of some of the knots (there's only 3 different kinds with the type of halter I make). I say some, because who doesn't know how to tie a regular overhand knot? I really think making them yourself, or having them custom made is much better than just buying a rope halter from a tack shop. Reason being is you can take all the exact measurements you need for your horse, and with pre-made ones you can't always get the perfect fit. Loosening and re-tightening some of those pre-made halters can be a real pain. I tried and completely made a mess of it!

I'm excited, because now I can get the best fit possible for Pride and with this halter I can add reins using a mecate knot. Pride's NEVER had a bit in his mouth, and he's so good with leg cues I can use a halter instead of a bitless bridle to ride. Actually, I can ride him without any sort of bridle and he does just fine. The glory of a good trainer and good lessons for me!

I kind of wish I had more horses so I can make lots of halters! :XD:

Okay, you caught me. I just want more horses!
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Omg, the HEAT.

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Why is it so damn hot?! Seriously, it's like I'm a baked potato.. all wrapped up in foil and cooking in the damn oven. You can literally hear me sizzling. I don't know how I made it through the night last night, what with someone coming into my room and repeatedly turning off my fan. Said person would turn it off, I would turn it back on. LEAVE MY FAN ALONE! Argggg! The heat is making me bitchy. I need someone to bitch at. Unfortunately, Nathan's not here. So I guess I'm just gonna sit here and bitch to myself.


Pixel art is frustrating me. Is it supposed to be frustrating? Stupid one pixel lines!!!! Stop making me angry!!



Also, watching my 7 year old nephew create a character on Soul Caliber IV for 2 straight hours is NOT fun.
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I need a freaking desk. Seriously. I'm tired of having to sit on the bed with my laptop on the box for Nathan's Xbox while I hold my tablet in my hand. Trouble is, I don't have room for one. Apparently I need to get rid of some things in order to make room, but all my stuff is important and too good to trash. See my dilemma?


I'm thinking of having a kiriban at 30,000 pageviews. Yes. It will take some time to get there, lol. My dA sucks!


Anyway, have a good day!
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I balled like a freakin' baby. And I yelled at the TV screen. And then I cried some more. Seriously, why does bad shit always have to happen to those people?! I've been watching Grey's since day one, it's like part of my life, lol. I don't know if anyone on here watches that show or not so I won't spoil it just in case, but the season finale last night was just OMG. And now I'm expected to wait until sometime in the fall to know what the hell is gonna happen next?! I literally may die in anticipation. Okay, not really, but I'm sure you know what I mean.


I FINALLY feel better from my fall off of Pride. Finally. My hip has been popping a lot, which you'd think would bring relief since it's been feeling sorta jammed up, but it doesn't. At least it doesn't hurt anymore, and I'm not limping around like one leg is longer than the other. But it figures as soon as that starts getting better something else happens to me. I've got a wicked sore throat from HELL. Don't know where it came from, Nathan must have dragged it home from work. Damn, it's the worst I've had in a long time. It's making my ear hurt, and my jaw. Usually when I get a sore throat a cold follows, but I'm really hoping that doesn't happen. I was just sick like 2 months ago, lol.



I may not be on here that much this weekend. Nathan and I are going to my parents to spend some time with them and the dogs, and of course the horses. Who could forget the horses?! Two weekends ago Nathan actually rode Pride! First time ever riding a horse for him, and he did GREAT. He's one of those lucky people who have a natural seat and good balance without much effort. He hopped right on, hunkered down in the saddle, and took off. I freaked out when Pride bucked with him on, because Pride NEVER bucks, but Nathan took it well. He came back and was all, "That was so exciting, I live for that kind of stuff!" - He's ready to ride again, and so am I. I've totally turned him into a horse person. Success!


I hope everyone has a great weekend! :hug:
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