It's been a while since I've updated. Here's what's been going on:
- I was really sick for a couple of weeks, got antibiotics, and am sick again after just finishing the antibiotics like a week ago. I seriously hate my sinuses at this point.
- No school for two weeks while I was sick.
- I got my haircut finally about a week ago.
- My sister got drunk last Friday, and called me to ask if I still had my crutches. The next day we found out that she broke her ankle in three places. She has to have surgery on Saturday. She's in a lot of pain, and keeps calling me crying because of her pain. She's lonely during the day while her boyfriend is at work, so my mom and I went over yesterday to help her out and keep her company.
- Mother's Day has been put off indefinitely at first because it was while my brother was on tour, then it was my dad's weekend, and now my sister's surgery. My brother's B-Day is this Saturday (the same day as my sister's surgery) so who knows when we will get to celebrate that.
- I became a vegetarian. I haven't eaten red meat for a while, but haven't gone vegetarian because my mom was worried about my nutrition. Meat has become more and more unappetizing as time went on, so I finally just decided to go for it.
- My mom got pneumonia again. Not as bad as last time. At least she isn't in the hospital like last time. She's getting worse,and my brother and I think that it's only an amount of time until she is back in the hospital.
My sister's surgery is pretty identical to the surgery I had on my foot, just different reasons. She has to get screws, pins, and a plate in her ankle. I still think it's weird that I have screws, wires, and a plate in my foot. When I first saw the x-ray after the surgery, I almost passed out. I hope all goes well because she is really afraid of needles, so I'm trying to tell her that the IV isn't bad. Besides, when I had my surgery the doctor gave me something to "relax" which made me REALLY happy. Everything became so mesmerizing. Even the lights above the bed in the OR seemed so cool to me. That must have been some good stuff. My mom keeps telling me not to tell her any bad things about the surgery. She's 23 I think she can handle it. It's funny to see how much my mom is spoiling her since she's been hurt. She has become my mom's first priority, which really pisses me off at times.