So guess what guys! I have awesome news.
I'm currently sitting in a hospital in Wilmington recovering from an emergency 19th surgery earlier tonight (or last night, by the time you see this).
Nope. I'm not kidding.
That infection in my foot was really, really bad. Mom's original plan when she picked me up at Campbell Friday night was to take me home for the weekend so I could go see Dr. P (my foot doc/surgeon) on Monday. She took one look at my foot and said "That's not waiting till Monday." So she got on the phone and ended up talking to Dr. P's partner who told her to drive straight here to this hospital in Wilmington. So she did.
We got here about 9:00 and spent hours waiting before finally getting put in an actual room in the ER. Mom had to leave about midnight because a) she didn't have her heart meds and b) we had Blake with us (she picked him up after work) and he was sick and had no more bottles and my mom's friend's daughter was sitting in the ER lobby with him all night because Mom couldn't bring him back with her to be with me.
I didn't get in a room till 4:30 this morning, and didn't get a chance to sleep till about 6:00 because people wouldn't stop bugging me with questions. And to make things even better, one of these incompetent doctors decided to order that I could only have Ibuprofen all night long. Dr. P was livid when he found that out when he got to the hospital to do my surgery.
Because Mom was so "tired" and concerned with Chelsea, Blake, and my sick grandma who probably shouldn't be at the house with them right now but she is because Chelsea's still not allowed to be alone with Blake, she left me here by myself all day long. And she didn't even get back here in time to be with me before they took me into surgery. That was comforting.
Anyway, Dr. P went into my right foot and washed (and washed and washed and washed) everything out and found a fairly large puss pocket down in my foot. He moved it, and it was literally sitting right on top of the metal plate and screws in my foot. So he had to take all the hardware out. The good news is that he pushed on the bones and even though it's only been two months, everything seems to be fused together nicely.
Here's what's really got me so pissed: school. First, my mom and her school. She doesn't even want to ask to at least have Monday off so she can be here with me while they're putting a PICC line and to make all the calls to Campbell to figure out what we're going to do about that. This is the first time she's picking her job over me, and frankly, it really sucks and really breaks my heart. But I might be able to beg her just to have that one day off. We'll see.
Secondly, obviously, my school. I'm dangerously close to missing enough classes to fail all of my classes right now, and even though I'm sure that Mom can make some calls to keep that from happening, my stupid Western Civ teacher does not want to change his mind about his policy to take points off my grade even in excused absences. Plus, I have to have six weeks of antibiotics, and while they can do that through a PICC line and home health nurses while I'm at school, I have no idea how we're going to work out those logistics since Buies Creek is in the middle of freaking nowhere and it's not like I have a car or a license to drive somewhere. Plus going back to school with a tube stuck in my arm is not my idea of fun.
I'm tired of being the freak.
I'm tired of things going wrong in my life.
ALL I WANT TO DO IS GO TO COLLEGE. That is not too much to ask!
I know everyone has problems, but I don't know a single person who has as many problems as I do.
I'm just pissed. I need a break and it feels like I'm being punished for something because somehow God thinks it's in my best interest to have medical problem after medical problem after medical problem.
WHY CAN'T I BE OKAY FOR ONCE? WHY DO THINGS HAVE TO KEEP GOING WRONG?!?!