Well. I've come to the conclusion that I just 100% and whole heartedly suck at life. Wanna know why? Well, yesterday, Monday, January 17, 2001, exactly one month after having my tonsils taken out, I spent nine hours in the ER.

You see, on Saturday after my whole Tell City escape with Parker we go to Kalley's birthday party, and my side starts to hurt, and it gets really painful that night around eleven, but I don't say anything to mom and dad yet. So Tabie and I are having the whole conversation and we decided with the help of her dad that it's a good shot that it's my appendix. Ow. It just hurt. Bad. I stick out Sunday with mom and dad keeping an eye on me, and Parker was having his own little freak out. We had Monday off for MLK day and Mom, Duckie and I head up to Louisville to get my new clarinet. Which I still can't play without pretty much chocking and I hate. But that's a different story. & By that time, I'm still hurting pretty bad, so we go to the doctor, and they say that yeah, it's probably my appendix, and wouldn't take any chances. So then, then we head to the ER. Four hours in the waiting room, a CT Scan, five viles of blood, plus more waiting time and they tell me that it's a friggin' cyst on my ovary. It still hurts, like someone is stabbing my insides out all at once.There's not really anything I can do about it other than just wait it out. Mom has to call the gyno and set me up an appointment so they can see what all's going on and put me on birth control and straighten it out.

 I don't know. I fail. I really just want to curl up into a ball and cry right now.