I know it's been a minute since I've updated, but nothing really happened during Christmas break...or maybe I didn't have the time to update. I used to criticize Katisha for not always updating but now I see how it is when you are working and stuff. Sorry Kesha!
Christmas break was great! As I stated earlier, Tara and I went shopping for the Christmas gifts. We did a lot of productive things together. Here's where things go wrong. I hurt my ankle! And it was on Christmas Eve! I was fromply walking down the stairs of my home and stepped on a rock on the side of my foot. The pressure of my weight came down but I couldn't steady my foot on a large rock so it jammed or something. I haven't been to the doctor yet to fully find out what happened. I thought I had broken it cause it swollen and hurt like hell. In the beginning, my energy was full. I was hopping to the bathroom and up the stairs. By the end of the day, I was so tired! We couldn't find my insurance card so I didn't go the hospital that night. Going to the bathroom was hell! I would hop to the bathroom but couldn't sit on the toilet good cause I couldn't get down on the low toilet so I would end up peeing on my clothes sometimes. That night I was hopping to the bathroom and fell on my face! I didn't really hurt myself which was surprising. I would have to wash up and change my clothes everytime I went to the bathroom. It got to the point where I stopped drinking liquids in order to stop going to the bathroom. Christmas was good. We had a good time. The family came over later to swap gifts instead of eating which I was happy about. I played the "Friends" game with Shannon. It was fun! It was cool. I even talked to Uncle Bernard. I guess me hurting my foot was from God in order to stop me from leaving that day and spend time with my family. I couldn't go nowhere! I didn't go the hospital on Christmas either 'cause....I guess 'cause it was Christmas. I found my card earlier that day, so my mother said that she would take me Sunday morning. Sunday morning comes and she gets dressed for church. No one checked to see if I was hungry and wanted something to eat, so I was lying on the sofa bed with a growling stomach. Then the toilet in the front room was broke so I had to hop to the bathroom in my parent's room. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. Once I got to the toilet, I praised God. Seriously! I realized how crippled people or old people feel. You want to do things for yourself but you body doesn't allow you to. It's degrading and makes you feel so low and worthless. I told God that I never wanted to feel helpless again. So everyone left Sunday morning and left me at home. I was hopping around with a step ladder but my good leg and foot was so tired and sore. My knees were bruised from getting on the floor and picking myself up off the floor in order to hop around. My hands were sore from using them to pick myself up from the toilet. I was a wreck. Then I hadn't showered for 3 days so I was rank! I laid around on Sunday and just watched television, waiting for my mother to take me to the hospital. She arrived around 4pm and started eating. I asked her when were we leaving and she said after she "got something in her stomach". Speaking of stomachs, mine was growling. So I hopped in the kitchen to make me a plate of whatever they had. While I was eating, she snuck into her room and fell asleep. So there I was another day with a swollen foot. Monday comes and she goes somewhere that morning. When she comes back, she takes Arthur to the doctor and said that when they came back, we would go to the hospital. She comes back around 6 or 7 to take me to the hospital. When we get there, the doctor says that there would be a 5-6 hour wait. By the time they would see me would be around midnight. So we left and I thought that we were going to another hospital. Do we? NO, we go home and she tells me to go call the other hospital and find out if they had an urgent care department. Why couldn't we go there to find out? That pissed me off! No one was taking me seriously. I started forcing myself to walk on that foot 'cause I didn't want to be helpless. You die when you're helpless. My father asked me to take the kids to choir rehearsal that night. ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!? I'm driving with a possible broken foot? I was in shock! After that day, I said forget it and just started pushing my foot to the max everyday. The next day, I was going to go to my doctor but they said that they couldn't help me and for me to go to the hospital. I just pushed getting my foot treated out my mind. I was pissed at my mother especially! At least my father would come and check on my foot everyday and tell me what could possibly be wrong. When I hurt it on Christmas Eve, he came all the way downstairs and took care of me. I was pissed....am pissed! Then on the last couple of days before I left, she was trying to give me some speech about how I needed to go get it checked out. My face and attitude said that she couldn't tell me nothing. I'm hurt and you go to a funeral instead of taking me to the hospital? You go out with Alyce instead of taking me to the hospital? You go to church instead of taking me to the hospital? You chill around the house instead of taking me to the hospital? It's unacceptable. If it had been her, she would've pitched a fit about how don't nobody care about her. More later.........
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