Today was the most stressful day I've had in a long time. For some reason, though, I'm not stressed. I think so much happened today but I haven't let anything bother me. I like when I'm in moods like this, but I still don't like days like this.
This morning I didn't care if there was a delay or not because I wasn't going to school anyway. My Uncle Tom's funeral was this morning. The mass started at 10 o'clock at St. Gabe's church in Philly. Well, at 8 A.M. my aunt and uncle were at my house to pick up my parents and myself. My sister ended up staying home from school because no one was going to be home to pick her up afterwards. We all piled into my aunt's van and went around the corner to drop my sister off at my grandmom's house. She was walking up the driveway and my dad was walking with her. Well, my sister Jaclyn slipped and fell. My dad is a tough guy, but he even admitted that when he looked and saw her knee cap all out of place, even he got nauseous. I was freaking out because all I saw was that she fell, and it didn't seem like a big deal, but the way she screamed was unbelievable. If you have ever heard someone scream in genuine pain, you know that horror movie screams are complete bullshit. It was terrible and it made me realize that something was really wrong.
We took Jaclyn to the ER right away. That was an adventure. Hospitals are so weird. Let's just say that the ER nurse had a knee brace on so she was hobbling around everywhere. I mean, she couldn't even get outside to get us a wheelchair, why is she working the ER?!
After a bunch of useless paperwork and questions, Jaclyn got an x-ray. Nothing seems to be broken. She has a immobilizer and crutches. I'm really hoping that the swelling goes down in the next few days and everything heals by itself. I'm gonna freak out so bad if she has to get knee surgery.
The hospital was dead, so we actually were out of there pretty fast. My mom suggested that my dad and I still go over to the funeral and pay our respects, so we did. Well, the day only got more stressful. Our family lives right off of the South St bridge, but the bridge is closed for roadwork, so we had to get off at the 8th St/Chinatown exit. That really didn't matter too much, except that once we got down to where the family lives, we thought thew church was right aournd the corner. It wasn't. When we finally found the church, the percession was on its way out. We followed cars but at the end of the street, half of them turned one way, and the other ha;lf went the other way. We chose to turn right, but then at the next block they divided in half again! By this time, we only had one or two cars in front of us, and we realized that we lost the percession. The cemetary was aboutan hour away, all the way in Springfield. I whipped out my handy dandy Sidekick and pulled up the address on GoogleMaps. I am still proud of myself for getting us from an area in Philly we aren't familiar with, an hour away to a place we'd never been with only my phone and my excellent sense of direction, hahahha. When we got to the cemetary, the workers were there and said the family left about 3 or 5 minutes ago. It was really sad because we fought so hard to get there and then all we had to see was workers burying my uncle and all the flowerrs tossed to the side while they work. We drove around Springfield for a little while, just kind of quiet, and decided to go home.
So basically, I didn't have to go to school, but I just spent the past 6 hours in the ER and driving around Pennsylvania. Sheesh! I need a nap.
On most days, I bitch and whine about way less than this, but today, nothing could make me angry. I am just in a great mood. It's bizarre.
The only thing bugging me is that I catch so much crap from Maggi and Mr. M and everyoneeee for missing school. I know that I need to be in school all the time, but it's not like I just stay home and watch paint dry. Gosh.
"Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter
