February 9, 2009.
I was laying in my bed last night, thinking about Tim, and I started to cry. I am scared to death that something bad will happen during his surgery and I won't be able to do anything about it. I woke my Mom up, and cried my eyes out to her, and asked her if I could go with her to the hospital and she said I could.
My Mom woke me up at 7:30 AM, but when she woke me up, no matter how hard I tried, I could not wake up. I had no energy and all I wanted to do was sleep in and therefore, I didn't go to the hospital. I woke up at 11:30 AM, but I didn't leave my bedroom until 1:00 PM. I was mad because I wanted to go to the hospital with my Mom, but I didn't, and therefore, I layed in my bed until 1:00 PM.
My Mom would call us throughout the day, to tell us what was going on with Tim. My Mom said that when she walked into the hospital, Krista was extremely suprised to see her and throughout the day, Krista was acting like a bitch to my Mom. My Mom said that Tim was scared to have surgery and when his surgery was over with, he looked sad. Tim's surgery went well, though, and thankfully, he only had one hernia, not two.
Tim called us on his way home and I asked him how he felt and he said, "I feel like SHIT.", and he started talking about something, but I couldn't understand him because he was high on medication, but the last thing that I heard him say was, "I will see you tomorrow, bye." I was sad to hear that he was in pain, but I was happy to hear him on the phone and know that he made it through surgery and that he was okay.