Duke, I missed you.

Or not.

So basically, Sunday night the headache that I had had (and still have) since Tuesday got so bad that I was sobbing and decided I just couldn't take it anymore. I called my mom and talked to her for a bit before deciding to get my RD to call an ambulance.

The paramedics showed up and did typical paramedic stuff. Of course, my vitals were fine. They always are. My vitals were fine when I had the staph infection in my brain. My mom called back and said Holly and her roommate/best friend Carmen (who is also my friend; she's lovely) were at a KISS concert, and that they would go to Duke to be with me when the concert was over. The paramedics got the transport truck to come, and while we were riding to Duke, Mom texted and said that Holly and Carmen had left the concert and would meet me there. (How sweet, huh?)

Once I got to Duke, I had the usual CT shunt series and x-ray to check out everything about my shunt and how it was flowing, etc. Thankfully, it only took two tries to get an IV in, and I got some Dilaudid and a drug i hadn't had before, Reglan. Just after midnight, the pediatric neurosurgery resident on-call came in and said my shunt was fine, so they were gonna send a neurologist down to talk about adding a migraine medicine. Well, not long after that, the ER doc came in and said that my usual neurosurgery doc, Dr. F, decided they wanted to admit me overnight to do a shunt flow test Monday morning. I got up to my room a little after 2, and then Holly and Carmen left.

A couple things really sucked (other than the pain, of course): One, the ER doctors told me I could eat, and so Holly and Carmen went and bought me a burger from Cookout, and they got back just as they transferred me to my overnight room, and they told me I wasn't allowed to eat. So I had to sit there and watch Holly and Carmen eat. Boo. And two, I told the doctors in the ER and the neurosurgery resident that came to see me that I had taken Ibuprofen and Oxycodone for days and it wasn't helping at all. Then, instead of Dilaudid, the only thing that had given me any relief, some moronic doc ordered me oral Oxycodone, Tylenol, and Ibuprofen. It was like they wanted me to suffer. (at least in my head at that time)

I didn't get much sleep all night, and around 9:30 they took me down for the shunt flow test. That thing took forever! Three different sets of pictures, and I had to sit there for 30 minutes between each of them. Finally I got back to my room a little before noon and took a nap. About 3:30, Dr. F's assistant came in and said the test was fine, so the neurology team would be in "soon" to talk about adding a migraine med. Holly came back to the hospital at 5something, and the neurosurgery team did not show up till 5:40. We came up with a plan to wean me off the Lyrica, and add a muscle relaxer because the migraines seemed to be starting from pressure in my neck.

Blah, blah, blah, more talking, waiting through shift change to get my nurse to take my IV out, more waiting, and we didn't get out of the hospital till 8:45. Talk about an exhausting day!

I'm just glad that everything is okay, and hopefully this muscle relaxer will help with my problems.

Oh my life is just oodles of fun!

I don't have time for the details because it's 2:00 in the morning and I have to get up in six hours, but here's the Reader's Digest Version.

I went to Duke last night (Sunday).
Not fun.
Found out the cause of these killer headaches is migraines.
Didn't get back to school till 10something tonight.
Had to do homework, shower, etc.
So that's why I'm up this late.
The full story will come tomorrow (Tuesday).

4:45

That's what time I woke up this morning.
I was wide awake at 4:45, but now?
I'm exhausted.
I plan on going to bed in like an hour.
I'm so tired of doing homework.
The joys of college, huh?
The good news is that my fever broke and I feel a lot better than yesterday.
The bad news is that my head is killing me.
Sigh.
A new week begins.
The good news is that I get to go home in five days! :)
Good night.

Ugh.

I'm now running a fever.
I have done nothing today.
Please pray I feel better tomorrow.
I've got a ton of homework still to do.
And I can't afford to miss class.
I wish I had some anti-nausea pills.
My stupid immune system.
I can't handle anything.
Six days till I get to go home.

Hooray for Friday.

I am SO glad that I have two days to just breathe.

Too bad I'll be spending those 48 hours doing a ton of homework.

And laundry.

And going to the post office.

I'm really going to enjoy going home next weekend.

Though I'll probably have a lot of homework to do then, too.

At least it'll be in the comfort of my own bed.

With my own family.

My sweet nephew.

AND I get an extra day off because Tuesday, September 7th is the day I GET MY CAST OFF!!!! (That's 11 days away, in case you were counting. :))

I love Campbell and all, but that's seriously what I'm looking forward to. :)

Still here.

That headache?

Yeah, it's still here.

Not worse.

But not better, either.

So you can just imagine what kind of day I had.

The plus side was that I was only in lab from 2:00-3:20 instead of till 4:50.

But yeah.

Thank GOD tomorrow is Friday. I need the weekend.

Burnt Out

Today, I have had such a bad headache that I actually ended up calling my mom because I was worried that something is going wrong with my shunt.

I've taken Oxycodone, Percocet, and Ibuprofen, and nothing is working.

I skipped English because I literally could not stand to hold my eyes open anymore and started crying as I left the building.

I really can't afford to have something go wrong this semester.

My mom can't afford to have something go wrong this semester.

Please please pray that this headache goes away because seriously, feeling this burnt out after a week is not good.

Hmm. A real fire.

Yeah.

Apparently there was a slight electrical fire on the third floor of Burkot this evening.

No one was hurt, and at first we were all just mad that we had to go stand in the rain for what appeared to be a fire alarm going off for no reason.

Ha, I'm actually happy that this time the alarm went off because it was supposed to.

We have very finicky fire alarms here at Campbell.

Yes, it rained again.  A lot.

And yes, ladies and gentlemen, that was the most exciting part of my day.

Enough!

I can't take the rain anymore!
Being paranoid that if/when I get caught out in the rain, that my $1300 power chair is going to get fried because water will get on the motor.
Being wet.
Being cold.
Having to bring my cast cover everywhere.
Did I mention being wet?
The rest of North Carolina is in a darn drought, yet Buies Creek is having an overload of rain.
God, can't You just hold it off for two more weeks? Actually, just eleven more days because I leave for the weekend on the 3rd, and am gone till I get my cast off on the 7th. Yeah, just eleven more days with no rain. That would be so nice.
Of course, Weather.com already says we're going to have thunderstorms from 1 pm on tomorrow, so you can just imagine how much good this pleading is doing. :P

Oh, and to add to the joy of this day, I didn't fall asleep till midnight last night, had four and a half hours of really crappy sleep, and was up at 4:35 this morning. For no apparent reason other than that I was awake. And only slept about 20 minutes this afternoon, and that was only because I fell asleep while reading for Western Civ. This is the first day that I've been so busy I haven't had time to take a nap. Weird, and nice, but incredibly exhausting.

Must...hold...eyes...open...to...finish...reading.

Let's do the math.

Mallory
+
seizure disorder triggered by heat
+
no air conditioning
+
August
+
North Carolina (where there's temps in the 90s and about 5000% humidity)
=
REALLY REALLY REALLY BIG PROBLEM.

I woke up today soaked in sweat, but thought I had gotten overheated under my covers. Well, I've been miserable all day and couldn't figure out what my problem was. Until Morgan texted me asking if she and her roommate could borrow one of my fans because their air conditioning wasn't working. That triggered a lightbulb, so I rolled underneath my air vent, and lo and behold, there's almost no air blowing out and the air that is coming out isn't even cold. Ugh.

Here's to hoping it doesn't take the Physical Plant long to fix it because I need my a/c!

I love sleep. Don't you?

That's all I did till like 4:30 this afternoon.
Slightly pathetic, but oh well. It felt good.
I also got to hang out and watch Hairspray with Morgan, which was just the laugh we both needed.
Now, I'm doing laundry.
I like doing laundry late at night on the weekends because I'm up late anyway, and most people are gone for the weekends, and those who are still here usually aren't doing their laundry late at night, so it's less cramped.
I've also done almost all of my homework, so I've been productive despite my excessive amounts of sleep.
Hope your weekend is going well!

Best day all week.

Don't feel depressed.
Got good sleep.
No rain.
Got some homework done.
Didn't break my leg when I slammed full speed into a metal picnic table.
One class instead of three thanks to drop/add day.
So yeah...today is a good day.
Hooray for that.
I'm still super tired, but hey, tomorrow's Saturday which means I don't have anything to do.
Except laundry.
Which should be interesting with this power chair, especially considering how tiny and cramped our laundry room is.
Oh well, I'll figure it out tomorrow.

Did you know that casts can dry?

Yeah, me neither. All my life, I've been told that getting a cast wet meant you had to get it replaced because mold would grow. (Every year for years, either Chelsea or Holly broke one of their arms - and one time Chelsea broke her arm by trying to hit Holly and Holly put up the arm that already had a cast on it from a soccer injury - so I've had a lot of observational experience.) Well, after getting my mom to come all the way to Campbell, pick me up, and drive me home, and then my grandma to drive me all the way to Wilmington, I get to Dr. P's office, he sticks his finger down my cast and tells me my cast is dry. Are you kidding me?! But I asked him to change the cast anyway because the material had broken to pieces and was scratching my leg every time I used my scooter. So he did.

I got green, just for my mom. And it's sort of a tealish color, so I don't hate it, even though green is probably my least favorite color.

My grandma and I got back to Campbell around five and have just tried to relax, seeing as how I got a whopping 3 hours of sleep last night and not much nap in the car today. Thankfully, tomorrow is drop/add day, so I only have one class (Intro to Christianity) and making up the assessment test I missed in Western Civ this morning.

I'm getting back into this, slowly but surely. I'm in a bit of a funk from being so overwhelmed and lonely and missing my mom, but I know it will pass eventually. It did last semester. It just sucks in the meantime because I start crying out of nowhere and don't even know why. But my mom did tell me about the daughter of one of her colleagues who is doing a lot worse being on her own (as in calling her mom all day every day, and refusing to go anywhere by herself), so that did make me feel a little better. ;)

Okay, good night. Must eat something and go. to. sleep!

HORRIBE HORRIBLE DAY.

Classes were fine.
But the bottom fell out on my way back from my last class.
I got soaked.
My chair got soaked (but thankfully still runs).
AND MY CAST GOT SOAKED.
Which means I have to miss the first day of my two classes tomorrow and go to Wilmington.
UGH.

I have the worst luck. Like ever. In the history of the universe.

I remembered.

So...I remembered late last night what I wanted to blog about, but I forgot when I was so tired.

Yesterday, I had a really long conversation with Morgan. We talked about so many different things, our families, guys, school, health, it was great to finally be back with someone that I can vent to and trust that they won't say anything. But anyway, during this conversation, she said something that's been stuck in my head.

I said, "Some people think that I'm, like, superhuman for going through all the medical stuff I've been through." And she said, "Mallory, you are kind of superhuman."

I just don't get it. I'm a human being, just like everyone else. And she's a Christian, so I thought she'd understand that I couldn't do any of this on my own. I'd be dead if it weren't for God.

And then that led me to wonder if I'm not pointing to God enough. I want to be the kind of girl who can show the whole world that God is the sole reason I am alive.

I think my biggest problem is that I am freakishly, painfully shy around people I don't know. College is a world full of strangers, and my entire life I've been used to strangers judging me, for my appearance, for my intelligence, for my health problems, or even lies they hear or assume about me without talking to me.

But Jesus wouldn't care about that. Jesus would go around spreading His message no matter what people were saying.

*sigh* I just wish it were that easy for me.

Anyway, classes start tomorrow. I have Intro to Christianity at 9:00, French at 1:00, and English at 2:00. I like that there's a nice long break in there for me to come back and eat lunch and take a breather. I'll let you know how it goes.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

That's my cursor.
It's taunting me.
Telling me I need to write something.
And really, I don't even know what to say.
I'm just exhausted.
Really really exhausted.
Which is sad, since I didn't really do anything today.
Just go buy Holly and Carmen bumper stickers like they wanted and go get my new ID made.
But anyway, I survived the first night, which "they" say is the hardest.
So it's hopefully all uphill from here.
Sleep sounds good now.

I think my mind is fried.

So...I'm here. And my room is done. And I'm alone (having been for an hour and a half). And I wanna cry. I feel pathetic. I just feel like 18-year-olds are not supposed to cry over their mommy. *sigh* I'll get used to it.

Anyway, today did not start off very well. I was up till 3 last night sneezing and crying, and then Mom was up till 5 worrying about me, so she slept till 11. We didn't leave till 1, and didn't get here till 3:30. Then, we get to my room and find out that Residence Life didn't take the furniture out. So we had to take care of that. Luckily Mom and I had Holly, Carmen, and my two friends Robin and Amy. And a few guys helped us here and there.

I bought Mom, Carmen, and Holly pizza for dinner, and Mom left about 7:15 or 7:30. Holly and Carmen left about 8:30. And now I have a pounding headache. But I'm waiting for Mom to call me cause she said she would.

Night.

OMG! I'm leaving tomorrow!

I absolutely cannot believe that summer is already gone.

All my stuff is packed.

We're leaving in the morning.

Mom got into her "oh my my baby is leaving must avoid packing so I can pretend it's not happening" mood.  Which kind of drove me insane.

Chelsea and Blake aren't coming, which will make the day about a thousand times less complicated.

Oh, my power chair came today!  It's AMAZING!  I will show you some pictures of it probably on Monday, because I didn't have time to today and tomorrow is bound to be insane.

Tired.

Going to bed soon.

Next time I post, it will be FROM CAMPBELL!!!!!!!! :D

Have I told you this recently?

MY MOM ROCKS!

Seriously. 

And my grandma's not so bad, either, considering all the groceries she bought me today (even if she did whine the entire time).

But really. 

My mom is hilarious.

Kind.

Loving.

Smart. (no BRILLIANT)

Friendly.

Empathetic.

Nurturing.

One of my best friends.

And, to boot, an abso-freaking-lutely amazing cook. :D

Her lemon rosemary chicken is the best thing I have ever tasted.  And a lot of dinners from her are better than anything you can get in a restaurant.  I told her at my wedding, she's just going to give the caterer a bunch of her recipes so that I can have all my favorite foods. :)

Basically, I LOVE MY MOM. 

2 days to Campbell.

The end.

(P.S. This is my 400th post!)

Braces again. Ick.

So I had to go to the orthodontist today.

My regular doc wasn't in, so I saw a guy that works there part-time with him.

I found out I have to get some braces put on my top teeth in December.

I've had temporary retainers (and I say plural because I've lost a couple) on my top teeth for like 2 years now, trying to straighten them out after the permanent retainer I had came unglued so that I can get a enw permanent retainer put on. Well, I've tried several kinds of retainers and nothing is working. So Dr. G suggested that I come back right when I get out of school at Christmas, get some braces put on, and then get checked right before I leave so that maybe I can finally get the permanent retainer. Dr. G said that it wouldn't take long to fix these teeth.

I've had braces before (from July 2003 to October 2004) so I know what I'm getting myself into. I can handle it for 4 weeks, no matter how much it may suck. If they can finally get me my permanent retainer, it's more than worth it. The plus side is that I only have to wear this retainer at nighttime to maintain where my teeth are. Since it's not doing anything, there's no point in wearing it 24/7 like I have been.

I'm going to bed early tonight. I'm exhausted. I had to get up at 8:30. And tomorrow I have to get up at 9 because Mommom is taking me to the Commisary to buy all the food I want for my dorm. G'night.

3 days to Campbell!

So much confusion!

These Scooter Store people are driving me up the freaking wall.

Over the past few days, I'd been talking to a lady named Tracey. She understood that we needed the power chair delivered by Saturday at the latest since I leave on Sunday. She said that if, for some reason, they absolutely could not get it here by Saturday, they'd bring it to Campbell. She said that it would be either Friday or Saturday, and that they'd call 24 hours in advance to confirm a time. She told me she put a note in the computer about me leaving for Campbell on Sunday so that everyone knew the delivery address might change. This all sounded super.

Well, today, I get a call from Michelle. She's calling to set up the delivery for tomorrow. I tell her everything that Tracey says, and she says there are no notes in the computer and it has to be tomorrow because they're in Raleigh and delivery guys only go to certain areas on certain days. We have appointments all day tomorrow, so it seriously can't work. She starts rambling on and on at me, so I sick Mom on her. ;) Just as Mommom and I are pulling out of the driveway to go to my hair appointment, Mom comes out, hands me my phone and says the chair will be here on Saturday. Yay!

THEN, I get another call from Michelle at 4:45 telling me that her manager said it can't be Saturday because no one is coming to this area on Saturday, so it has to be either tomorrow or Friday. I tell her we'll take Friday. She rambles some more and then says that her manager will be calling to confirm a time on Friday.

Well, Mom wasn't home when this last call was taking place, so when she got home I told her what happened, and she tells me that it has to be by 1:00 on Friday because Blake has a really important appointment at 2:00. With my luck, that won't work for them because these people seem impossible to agree with. We'll see. He never called today, so he has to call tomorrow.

Here's to hoping and praying it all works out. My uncle's already paid the $1400 so it kind of has to.

Hormones

Never fun.
I broke down crying for absolutely no reason in front of my mom today.
Everything's irritating, some for good reason, some not, but still.
Sometimes being a girl really sucks. 
What do guys have to deal with? Nothing!
The movie was good.
I'm tired.
5 days to Campbell!

New Cast Day

So here's an update:

My foot looks fantastic! :D The doc put staples in the incision on my foot and stitches in the three tiny cuts on my ankle, and once again the staples hurt like crap to be taken out. The gauze was covered in dried blood when the assistant first took the cast off, so that kinda freaked me out because there was nowhere near that much blood on it last time, but she said it was nothing to worry about. Dr. P said that this foot looks even better than the left foot! :D I decided to get a blue cast this time, without really knowing what shade the blue would be, and it turned out great. It's a neon blue, which is pretty much my favorite shade of blue, so that was fun.

Also, super fantastic news...I'M GETTING A POWER CHAIR FOR SCHOOL!  Mom and I realized a while ago that I just don't have the strength to get around campus on just my scooter, and Uncle Ed (the saint that he is) offered to buy me a power chair and then donate it to the infirmary once I was done with it.  Well, today we found out, after asking him last week, that Dr. P couldn't find anything, so we immediately called the number that my great-aunt had sent me.  Uncle Ed's limit was $3000, and the new power chairs started at $4000, but they had a "used" one for $1299.  Apparently, this chair had been sent out to a Medicare patient, and they just sent it right back for some reason, so it should be in fantastic condition.  After just a little talking on the phone today, we got it ordered with my uncle's credit card info and they assured us that it would be to our house by Saturday, since I leave on Sunday.  Apparently, the delivery people are only half an hour away, so that is just super.  I'm so excited!  This is a HUGE relief!

Tomorrow, I'm going to the movies with Mommom and my cousin Brianna to see Charlie St. Cloud.  I'm really excited to see it.  And Tuesdays are "Stimulus Tuesdays" or something, so you get popcorn and a drink for $1 each.  Which is awesome.

Um...that's about it.  6 days to Campbell! :D

This is what I call a good day.

Hanging out with my family.
Watching an SVU marathon.
Mom made her absolutely delicious Chicken Pesto.
No fighting.
The only way this day could be better is if Mom felt better.
I went into her room this afternoon and she was burning up.
Luckily her fever's gone down now, but she says she has a massive sore throat.
And of course, I can't ask my grandma to take me to my appointment in Wilmington tomorrow because she's on a gambling trip and won't get back till tomorrow evening.
Our family has fantastic luck with these kinds of things.
Oh well.
Just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. :)

Wow! I knew I was tired...

but I didn't realize I was that tired!

After not falling asleep till about 5 am this morning (too many thoughts rolling around in my head), I didn't wake up till 3:15 pm. Mom made me a turkey sandwich, and I promptly climbed right back in bed because I just felt really out of it. I fell asleep again between 4 and 4:30. Guess what time I woke up?

12:30 am. Seriously, I wasn't even stirred by noises around the house, or needing to go to the bathroom, or anything. So apparently I really was super tired.

And I'm about to go back to sleep. I have to or this vicious cycle will just continue.

Chelsea's doing okay. She's complaining a lot, of course, but still being helpful to Mom and me, and not demanding half as much babying as I expected her to. I have to keep in mind that she's only had one other surgery, and that was oral surgery, in her entire life, so the world of post-op is all very new to her. And I'm trying very hard not to get annoyed by her all the time. It's a work in progress, though. The point is that we're all (Chelsea, me and Mom) trying to be nicer to each other. So hooray for that.

Shopping Fun!

So at 7:00 (on the dot, I think, actually), Mom surprised me by saying "Hey, Mal, do you want to go to WalMart tonight instead of tomorrow?" Heck yeah!  I had to get my school supplies and such, and we wanted to do it this weekend a) because I leave in 9 days and next week is crazy busy and b) it's tax-free weekend!  Off we went....

Little did I know, Mom wanted to take me to JC Penney to buy some new shirts.  So I got 5 or 6 shirts, a pair of shorts, and a pair of capris, and Mom got 2 nice shirts for $115.  She saved $130.  You know you've done well when you save more than you spend.

Then we went and stopped by Ruby Tuesday's and got the most amazing chicken quesadillas in the world to go for a snack.  Holy cow!  Mom and Chelsea have had them before, and they both told me repeatedly that I needed to try them, so this was Mom's "surprise treat" for me.  They were amazing!

Last up, WalMart. I don't even think I remember everything we got there. All my school supplies, bathroom stuff (like shampoo and body wash), underwear, groceries, rice cereal, sodas.  All I know is we spent two hours in there, and thank God they had a free motorized chair because I never ever ever would've made it through all that without one.  I'm so excited to have all that stuff.  You'd be amazing at how excited school supplies make me (and Mom). :)  Lucky for Mom, I am paying her back for all the stuff I bought, from the money Mommom gives me every semester.  (I just haven't put the check in the bank yet.)

Okay, I am off.  Have to go try on clothes! :D

Happy 5 month birthday, Blake man!

I know I say this every month, but I can't believe Blake is already 5 months old!  I think I love him more and more every month, despite getting puked on all the time. ;)  Poor little guy has horrible reflux issues.

Here's some pictures.  Come on, you knew these had to be coming, right? :)  He was 12 lbs 6 oz and 24 in at his 4 month appointment, but he doesn't go back till September 7th. 

This kid stole my heart the day he was born....and he's not even mine.  It's crazy.  Just hearing him laugh makes me smile.  One of my favorite things in the world is when he finishes a bottle, is basically almost asleep, and he curls up on my shoulder for me to burp him and he starts rubbing my arm.  Talk about MELT MY HEART. :D 

As ready as I am to go back to Campbell, it's going to be so weird not to see him every day.  But at least I'll be home for his six month birthday, too. :)

Chelsea's home, by the way.

Poor Blake

My poor little buddy has had quite the day. And my mom has had quite the day trying to take care of him. And I have had quite the day listening to my mom complain about ev-ery-thing. ;)

We're not totally sure what's going on with him. But Mom said, after not going to bed till almost 11 last night (Mommom's fault), that he got up at 4:30 and was up till 6, and then woke back up at 8:30. And he didn't sleep for more than a few minutes at a time all day long. Which was very odd for him because he sleeps through the night and takes short naps after all his bottles. He screamed and screamed all day, and there was no consoling him. He sometimes wasn't hungry at his usual 3 hour mark, either, which was also very odd considering he'd actually been hungry after 2 1/2 hours the past few days.

At first we thought he was getting an ear infection, but after Mom gave him a bath, she cleaned his ears and they didn't seem infected and the cleaning didn't bother him. I mean, yes, he's teething, but he's been teething for a long time now, and he's never been like this. But he's not running a fever or anything, so we just don't know.

Chelsea was super mad that Mom didn't go to the hospital today, but she told her "You have nurses there to take care of you. I'm the only one that can take care of him. Be a grown up." I love that my mom isn't just sitting back and taking her crap anymore like she used to. She's having a procedure tomorrow where they'll stick a tube down her throat to her stomach to look at the ducts in her liver and make sure nothing is clogged or wrong there. She was SO MAD that she had to have another procedure, but my mom finally convinced her that hello! it's better to get it checked out now than to come home and have an emergency. I guess I shouldn't be too mean, though. She was without her mood stabilizer because the hospital didn't have it in their pharmacy, so she was nutso Chelsea. Normal Chelsea is at least a little bit rational. :) But yeah, she's fine, and if this liver check turns out normal, I think she's coming home tomorrow night. I'll let you know. :)

Lonely Day

Mom has been at the hospital pretty much all day with Chelsea, so I've been stuck at home with my grandma (Mommom). She's been taking care of Blake since I can't since I still have to use my scooter. This has made today very lonely because it's very hard to talk to my grandma, and she complains a lot, which gets old really quickly.

Chelsea's okay. Her surgery was supposed to be at 2, but she didn't get taken back till about 6:30 because there was an emergency. Her gall bladder was very inflammed with lots of scarring, and her liver function was compromised during the surgery, but that should heal itself within a few days. Mom said she might need another procedure tomorrow depending on bloodwork, but I'm not sure what that is. (We've only been talking through texts today.) So things are okay. I'm glad they fixed the problem.

And I just found out that Mom is on her way home! :)

Relief

Just before we were leaving to go to my appointment in Wilmington today, my doctor's nurse called and said that they misscheduled my appointment, and that it was too early to change the cast out, as it hadn't been two weeks yet. (Weird that it took them this long to realize it, but whatever.) Mom explained to them that this cast was cutting my leg badly, so even if they didn't do the cast change, we really needed them to cut the top of this one off, because I couldn't take it anymore.

That's what they did. It was also good that we went down there because I needed more pain medicine, and they can't call that in because Percocet is a "controlled substance." Plus, my grandma Frances (dad's mom) got to see Blake, which is always important. Of course, this means we have to go back down there AGAIN next Monday, but it was worth it to prevent the cut on my knee and the open raw spot on the back of my thigh from getting any worse. Other good news is that we managed to get my final cast removal appointment set up for September 7th, the day after Labor Day, which works out perfectly since I will already be home for the holiday, anyway. It's much less complicated that way.

Chelsea's in the hospital with gall bladder problems, and will probably be having surgery tomorrow. I'm sorry she's in pain, and I'm glad that they're fixing it since she's had this pain for several weeks now, but good LORD, that child is dramatic! I'll just leave it at that.

Adios.

Sayonara.

Arrivederci.

Oh, you get the point.

Two Weeks of Summer

Yes, the countdown has officially begun. Two weeks left of summer. :)

So holy cow, I don't know if you've ever seen the show "Bridezillas", but I just have to wonder: HOW do the women that are on this show have ANY friends? Like seriously, I watched the show for about 5 minutes and wanted to slap every single bride they showed. HOW do people put up with that? It's fascinating, in a really frustrating way. ;)

I've had a headache all day. Couple that with the narcotics I'm still on, and I've literally done nothing but sleep, eat, and take a shower. I can't wait for tomorrow to get this cast that is still cutting me off! Just praying that my doc will take pity on me and make the new cast at least somewhat shorter.

Okay, must sleep now.