I start a lot of posts with so, and we're gonna keep it that way! So a lot of you know by now that I had a surgery today, to help with my face, but then again I'm sure 75% of you who don't read anything I write in the descriptions and journals ar curious as to why a 17 year old need surgery on his face? That's a long story, which I know half of you aren't gonna read. Your just gonna favorite the post and leave it at that. Your not gonna read the post. I know this because it's the truth. You guys don't really read half the things I post, you don't even look at it if it doesn't look 100%. And to be frank: it really fucking sucks to think some of you only see my art, and not me. But for the 25-30 percent of you who actually care about the artist, I have another one of my Jinglevellrock stories. So why do I need surgery? Because I'm not like everyone else.
When I was one, my parents went out for a golf trip. Since it was in Arizona and we lived in Massachusetts, she left us with my grandparents. And being the grandkids we were, my grandma brought us into her and my grandfathers bedroom to just crawl around. My sister and I were pretty fine, but ever so often my grandmother would have to redirect us from getting ourselfs hurt. You know, kids can be curious. So my grandmother got a phone call, and since my grandfather was out, she went to go answer it. She was absolutely heartbroken when she got back. I almost died.
So what happened? I was curious, so I saw the tv that my grandma had switched on in the background. It was one of those old block ones with the antennas, and the pictures captivated me. It was on a less than safe table, which I proceed to try and climb up. Sure enough, the table gave way, and the tv hit the right side of my head. My aunt who was also around was the reason I stayed alive. She is a doctor, and she kept me alive until the helicopter picked me up. Yes, you heard right. When I got to the hospital, my mom and dad were busy rushing off to see their kid, who would possibly die before they saw him again. My dad's friend paid to get a private plane to the closest airport to where I was stationed. So it's safe to say after a lot of praying, I survived. Sorry guys, it came at an extreme price. It wasn't all rainbows and butterflies like the movie. My left side of my body was now soooo much weaker than my right side. And on top of that, I got Bell's palsy. Basically it's a thing where as you get older, one side of your face can get paralyzed. Your mouth can start to sag, you may not be able to lift the side of your face or close your eye ever again. There is a possibility that it will go away with time, like it did for my dad. But for me, when I was young, it never went away, giving me permanent paralysis on the left side of my face. Along with this, my left ear hearing was destroyed. I could only hear out of my right ear. And along with this, I had to get a shunt put in to regulate the bleeding in my brain. Yes, my brain is still bleeding to this day. It's at a much slower rate, but its still happening.
So because of this, my parents and I have been trying to find ways to make up for this paralysis. Hearing aids, a replacement surgery for my shunt, a small facial reconstructive surgery when I was five, and a shit ton of PT and speech therapy. And so this year, I had another more serious operation to finally give me the ability to smile with both sides of my face. And now, I just had a refinement surgery to essentially repair the left side of my lips and make my face appear even more normal.
I've had it rough you guys. Kids have bullied me for my looks. Little kids ask why my face doesn't look normal, usually in the wrong way. I spent hours of my young life trying to talk, emote, and strengthen my body. My left side is just as strong as my right side and has been since I was three. I can speak, read, draw and play guitar, all things doctors said I would never be able to do. So when people say you don't know my story, I wanna strangle them. They say it as a joke, when I really mean it. Guys see my face as an easy way to make fun of me. I've never had a girl say they wanna kiss me despite my face. I've never had a girl think I'm cute, and thus I've never had my first kiss. I've fought for people to see past the face, and I can prove that it's what's on the inside that counts. I will carry on trying to prove this till the day I die
Did any of you actually read that for once? Yeah, that's my story. How's that for a fucking reality check?