Surgery

I had to get surgery last Friday on my knee. It wasn't all bad. Getting up at 5:30 am, going to the hospital, wearing one of those gowns that never stay shut, and a ton of needles. I didn't mind the whole process until it came time to go to the operating room. I knew what my doctor was going t do and I was fine with it. I knew I was going to get a needle shoved in my spine and I knew they were going to sedate my. But I was still scared that something might go wrong.

When I woke up, everything was peaceful and back to normal! The doctor said everything went well and I have a knee fit for a 16 year old girl who is a softball catcher. He said I should be able to go to school that coming Tuesday. I was ecstatic! I hated missing school cause that's where all my friends are.

On Tuesday I managed to make it to tech, but when I got there, I went straight to the nurse. The bus ride was horrible because people kept hitting my leg and it was throbbing. I could barely crutch my way to the nurse. My dad came and picked me up and took me home. Wednesday, I didn't go to school because I was really sick.

Thursday, I tried school again. it wasn't hard this time like Tuesday. However, I went to the nurse during chemistry and got sent home. The nurse decided to play with my knee and it was dead by the time she was done. My mom came and picked my up. She wasn't happy.

Today, I'm not going to school. When I stepped downstairs, I started getting really sick really fast. My mom hated to call me out sick again, but she had no choice. Although I'm grounded for getting sick "on purpose", there's nothing I was going to do this weekend.