An apple a day keeps the Doctor away, right??

Hmm.. Lets start off with dear old Mr. Fred, seeing as in how his case is the worst.

Today I called dad to come get me from school early because I was in some pain and I wanted to go home and lay down. So when dad go there he had told me that Mr. Fred was in the hospital, and that Fred had called him and dad called 9-1-1 to come transport him to the hospital. What happened? He was coming out of the dentist office and triped coming down from the sidewalk and into a dip and snapped is lower leg in two (but not completly in two). && Guess what? The ol' man drove home! He drove home, then called my father, then got to the hospital! Mr. Fred had said he would of been fine , but then when he got home he couldnt even get up. What is it with men, and how they always think every horrible thing that happens to them (physically), that they'll be alright?

Then theres dad. Who went to the doctor yesterday. Dad went there originally for the fact that he still had blood spotting in his urine. But he ended up staying there for over 4 or 5 hours. Come to find out when the doctor took his blood pressure he was flabbergasted at how high his blood pressure was. 220/130 I think it was, if im not mistaken... 130 or 140 , one of those. So yea, they took him to this small room with a bed in it and gave him a knockout pill. When dad woke up the doctor said that it was still too high and he needed to lay down for atleast another hour. Eventually it was down to a good number and they let him go home and perscribed him some pills which he said made him feel TOO relaxed, so relaxed that he hardly knew where he was. But HEY atleast his blood pressure is down! Im happy about that.

Last but not least theres me and Nikki. Nikki went to the urgent care center yesterday after picking me up from school. She had a sinus infection and wanted to let the doctor check to make sure and try and give her some pain killers (Tracy: Three guesses what Nikki was hopin for? =] ). But she didnt get them , haha. But she was in the doctors office for an awfully long time! Two hours to be exact.. The whole time I was in the car scrunched up trying to get comfortable (didn't work because every position I tried hurt my legs). Ahh yes.. Now for me, tommorrow I'm going to Family Medical to get my legs checked on. Today in gym I was running with two other classes up and down a court, as soon as I started off my knee was throbbing, then out of no where my upper right leg felt as if something had popped, I guess you could say, and then started to tingle. Like.. a painful tingle.. But I kept running (which was stupid) , except you could tell I was in pain and hurtin' so Coach Webb yelled at me " WHATS WRONG WITH YOU?!?" and I yelled back that my leg hurt and as I ran by him he told me to take it easy... Ahhh but do I listen? No.. Not really.. So after that, to put the icing on the freshly baked cake, Coach Mitchell , my coach, led his class up to the weight room and told us we had to do squats. He has a squat machine where you get in and put your head through two shoulder supports and a inclined foot rest. I was the first to do it and the total amount of weight I had to left with me legs was... uhm, 60 or 70. I completed 3 sets of 3 , which was the requirment. But very painfully.. OH OH but wait heres the smoothing of the iciing. The next girl to get on couldnt lift all the weight more than 2 times in a row. So the coach takes the biggest weights off of each end ( 50 in total) and then told her to do it. NOBODY else had to do more than 20 except me. Wonderful aye? Oh well, atleast I proved to be stronger.

Wow I've writtin' way to much. I'll give you an update tommorrow on how the doctor visit went.

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Kaley

Mommy Dearest

This is an unusal way to start out a blog, usually your supposed to introduce yourself and type up some stories to get things started. But I'll skip all that and start with whats bothering me.

I'm not sure why, but sometimes at night I find myself crying. Crying because I'm scared that my mom is going to die sooner than when she needs to go. I'm also not quiet certain as to why I cry over her rather than dad or anyone else? They are just as likely to pass on just like my mom right? I don't know. It's diffrent, so it seems. I was just laying in bed a few minutes ago and I started thinking about what my sister and my aunt was talking about earlier today. Nikki brought up how mom was figuring how much she was going to be worth when she died (how much money we would get or whatever) and then Nikki says " I think she knows somethings wrong with her and she knows its almost her time ". Something like that anyway.. Her and Tracy also brought up something interesting. Mom is supposedly deeply depressed, which I don't doubt for a single second. She drinks a 12 pack of beer a day and atleast one pack of ciggerettes right along with it. I'm not sure how much longer her liver can hold? So anyway, I said to Nikki " Why don't we try talking to her? " and she had said " Theres no use, you cant talk to her". So I thought about it... and shes right. If you tell mom something , it either goes in one ear and out the other, or she takes it offensivly then goes and drinks another beer to forget about it.
As I was laying in bed, I began to conjur up ways to get mom to talk to me., to listen to me and actually think about what I say. I tell you , I could not think of one good way of doing it because I remember many of times trying to talk to her about certain things that she just shook off and didn't wanna listen. But, then I remembered, that night I snuck out with Ashley a few years back, I remember mom actually listening to me, taking in what I said and actually considering things I asked of. OH! And then there was just about a month ago. For a week there mom was so worried about me she'd talk to me for the longest time trying to help me out , even if I asked her to change some of her ways. So, I suppose the only time mom actually listens to me is when shes scared or worried about me. && I thought of the stupidest thing, I thought about doing something stupid just one more time, just once more so I jump at the oppertuinty to talk to mom, to let her know how I really feel and to let her know that her daughters are worried about her. We honestly do want her to be happy. **Whipes away tears** I hate seeing her drinking her life away. It hurts me because I need a mother to be here for me. && because its almost as if she doesn't care about me, Nikki, or Tina. She wants to die I guess, she wants to leave us here to mourn and mope.....Anyway, I asked God to watch over her. Me & Him havn't spoke in so long I don't know if he even listened.
I guess thats all, I'm not really sure of what I should do. I just know I'm not the type of person to sit around and watch something that shouldnt happen, happen.

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Kaley