No School Yet

No one brought up school at my doctor appointment yesterday. I don't know whether I'm still out of school because my doctor says I can't go back, or if my parents are choosing to keep me out. My dad and my uncle are MDs and could both excuse me. My uncle could do so quite legitimately because he is my primary care physician.

When I first came out of sedation, my mom said that I would be out of school through the week of April 26th but would go back May 3. It's now May 4. No one is giving me any reason why I'm not back in school yet. I could ask, of course, but I don't because I'm hoping everyone will forget about it for the rest of the year. Right now I can sit up for almost two hours, but part of the two hours would be wasted getting dressed. Maybe I could get up early and get dressed, then go back to bed for a few hours, then get up for two hours of school. I don't know. I'll just keep my mouth shut and see what unfolds.

Last week my Aunt Vicki stayed with me while my parents were at work. She lives three hours away and still has a husband and one kid at home, so she couldn't stay here indefinitely. This week my Aunt Heather is babysitting me at her house. I stay with my Uncle Steve and Aunt Heather a lot, so I have a really comfortable bed in my Uncle Steve's office that's mine. I could sleep in their guest room, but my bed is a Westin bed, and there's a TV in the office, so I like it there. My Uncle Steve doesn't use his office much anyway; he just keeps stuff there. Their house is two-story, but my Aunt Heather is stronger than my mom and could carry me down the stairs if there were a fire, so I can be upstairs all day there if I want to be. My Aunt Heather lets my friends eat lunch at her house, so they've come yesterday and today. It's not quite as good as being at home, but it will do. On Friday my dad is working from home, so I don't have to go anywhere, which is nice. I don't mind going to my aunt and uncle's house that much except it makes me tired before the day even starts.

I'm getting tired enough of staying home that I would be OK with going back except for the embarrassment factor and not being able to walk anywhere including to a bathroom myself. If my collarbone would heal I could use crutches, but the latest estimate is that it's more than four weeks away from being healed sufficiently for using crutches. A word of advice to anyone who is planning an accident: don't injure both your aram and your leg at the same time. I won't get into details, but life is exponentially more complicated with the arm/leg disability combo.

I am getting to watch plenty of TV. Judge Alex had an excellent episode last week with three girls who worked at Hooters. I don't think I would ever want to work at Hooters, but it would be nice to be invited. For me, that opportunity, if it ever comes, won't come for quite some time. Delayed growth sometimes sucks.