Yes, I am seventeen years old, and I will admit that I want my mommy. :( She left today to go home because she has to go and get work done because her school's classes start on Tuesday. (She's a high school English teacher.) So she's working tomorrow and Saturday.
I know it can't be helped, and she had to do it, but it still sucks. She won't come back till Sunday. Three days is a long time when you're in the hospital.
My great-aunt is here tonight and Saturday night, and Holly is supposed to be staying tomorrow, but it's just not the same. My mom knows me better than anyone, and she can pretty much tell everything I need before I ask for it. Kind of like, she knows me better than I know myself. You know?
So needless to say, I'm in a bit of a blah mood. In other news...A dermatologist here at the hospital came by my room and is going to give me a different steroid to hopefully help with the rash that is now all over my chest. So that's good. The bad is that Dr. F says this rash could delay my surgery. And he's cut down on my pain meds despite me needing them which is incredibly annoying, but there's nothing I can do.
Mom called Campbell today and got my schedule straightened out. We cut it down to 12.5 hours because this semester is going to be hard enough on me since I'll have been in the hospital for two weeks when I'm done and I won't be on campus till at least Labor Day weekend. And this way I'm still considered full time, so my scholarship is safe. She also went to Campbell on her way home and picked up my books according to my fixed schedule, and got all of them except for the French ones, and they're overnight shipping those next week because they were out today. At least I don't have to worry about anything there.