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Johnny's Journal, Part Seventeen (Conclusion, Part Two of Two) by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Friday, January 28, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
Johnny writes about his tests he had yesterday, and the good results from them. He is very relieved, as you can very well imagine.
Friday, the 28th of January, 2005, 11:23 a.m., C.S.T.~
Dear Journal~
Hi! This is Johnny! I am back at school, after spending a good chunk of yesterday at my doctor's appointments (plus I had some tests scheduled). I am happy to say that things are going well for me. My anti-seizure medicine is working (it's been a very long time since I last had a major seizure), and my breathing hasn't gotten any worse (but I still need to use the oxygen, darn it!!). My muscular dystrophy hasn't gotten any worse either; I am just as I was the last time I went to see my muscular dystrophy doctor, and it seems to be at a standstill at the present time. No worse, yet no better; but I will take that as good news! :) I also had my MRI, and nothing out of the ordinary showed up on the findings (but I still don't really relish the thought of lying on a table, perfectly still, with my head and body strapped down, so I don't move; and it takes at least an hour to do the tests; very confining in there after a while; and I AM a tad claustrophobic! They usually have to give me something to calm me down prior to having an MRI or another similar test so I don't wig out in the MRI machine and destroy it! LOL). So major relief there on the MRI front! :)
After I got through at the hospital, mommy took me out to eat at Golden Corral, and I wolfed out on the buffet: I ate four platefuls...I was hungrier than HUNGRY! SHEESH! People were looking at me, and I know they were thinking: "Doesn't his mother feed that kid enough?" or something like that, and it was embarrassing to have all these people watching me eat, but I didn't really care! All I cared about was stuffing my face! LOL
The weather was nice yesterday, but I was tired from all my tests I had yesterday (plus a little sore; I also had bloodwork done...OW!), so when we got back from the Golden Corral, I laid down and slept until early evening; and I then didn't stay up long because it would soon be my bedtime, so I just got up long enough to use the restroom, get a drink of water, eat a little nibble so I could take my pills, and put on my P.J.'s. I then went to bed and called it a night.
So that was my day yesterday. I was busy spending a good chunk of it at the hospital; but as you can see, I made out okay, much to my relief! :)
I managed to get along with Ronee' so far today: she and I acted like old friends, and she was actually kind of civil to me; she didn't seem to be sporting a chip on her shoulder the way she does sometimes when she knows that something may happen with her singing career, which I really appreciated. She just acted like her (sometimes) nice, caring self, and we actually talked and laughed together. It was kind of nice not having Ronee' lord it over me like she does sometimes, and I was happy that she was trying hard to get along with me better. I just hope she realizes that she hurts my feelings when she lords it over me about her singing talents because she has done so much more than me, and that really makes me mad when she does that. I appreciated her trying to get along with me and knowing not to mention anything about her singing to me because she knows how mad that makes me. I still wish I had her singing talent or the ability to make people happy like she does! Still, I do love how she sings; I just wish I had some of her talent! She's good! :)
She also knows she is pretty, and I think that has a part to do with how she acts sometimes. I think she is pretty, but she doesn't have to act all big headed about it some times! I am just glad she isn't doing those stupid pageants anymore; those were the WORST! She is a normal kid who just happens to be talented, and sometimes her talent gets in the way of her brains, and this is when the problems come up.
Well, I gotta' go to lunch; I am in study hall, and I am hungry: my tummy is doing a lot of talking, and my teacher (and my classmates) are looking at me funny. I know they can hear it! So to quiet my talking tummy, I think I'd best go to lunch before there is a royal rumble inside my belly! Besides, I have to eat something before I can take my noontime pills, and I need to eat before I can take them, or it will be "Barf City"! That would NOT be at ALL good! LOL Will write more later; see ya!
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Friday, the 28th of January, 2005, 11:23 a.m., C.S.T.~
