Friday, May 09, 2003
I have gone 18 years, 18 years without having to go to the hospital. I have had perfect health for that long. NEVER have I had to go to the hospital for myself, I have for my sister a few times, but never for myself. I remember my sister cracked her skull and had to go to the hospital. I used to have a bunk bed and my sister would love to hang upside down off of the rail on the top bunk. The rail was not securely fastened on the bed and while she was hanging, the rail gave we and she landed full force on the frame of the bottom. That and another time she had a broken foot, a torn meniscus, excess cartiledge in one of her joints, all of which required surgery. I had a doctors appointment, but not for what I said I was going for. I went to go have a lump checked out, and it turns out I have a hernia, and need surgery. FUCK BEANS! FUCK THEM UP THEIR STUPID ASSES! Shit. So probably right after graduation they're going to cut me up and replace my insides. For those of you who don't know what a hernia is it's this. When you're born you have gaps in the muscles of the abdomen. In developement they're suppose to seal up, but it seems mine have not sealed correctly, so when this happens or if a muscle tears from over using, a small part of the intestine will poke through and you have a hernia. The danger is if it pops out and gets stuck, that could be very, very bad. So no strenous activity involving my abdominal muscles for me. This is going to suck it. Anyways in other news, I got my tux today and man do I look good in it, and my sister is coming home this weekend, YAY! Tomorrow I get to go shopping and get some stuff (ahem) for prom and the party afterwards. That will be fun.
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