Six days!

Eee! I get a sister-in-law in SIX DAYS! And another one in THIRTEEN DAYS!

So, the doctor called me and told me that I had a broken bone. Nice -- took them two days to figure that one out. So, on Wednesday, I went to the doctor and got a bootie to wear to make it better. After L. and I got back to school, we were sitting at State Street, and people I knew kept walking past. A. came by and he looked at me and he said, "I realize you wanted to hurt yourself yesterday, but . . . " then he pointed at my foot and said, " . . . I didn't think you'd actually DO it!" Lol -- the reason I wanted to shoot myself was because my foot hurt like the dickens.

I get so much positive attention now . . . Last night a bunch of us went to visit some friends who were camping. I was standing there, and A.W. asked if I wanted his seat -- how completely sweet . . . N.B. shared his water so I could take a pill because the foot was beginning to ache. People open doors and stop to see how I'm doing all the time. I feel like a princess -- except that princesses usually don't HAVE to break bones to get that much attention.

We were learning about antibiotics yesterday, and Dr. G. told us about one that makes your body fluids turn orange. My future sister-in-law used to work in a day care, and one little boy got menningitis and died. The whole day care center had to go on this drug. S. was working with 2- and 3-year-olds at the time, and she said that it made potty training really easy. I told Dr. G. that, and he said, "I should try that!" Um, no. We don't need to put his poor child in danger just for potty training . . . Lol
~MK