Friday, May 1, 2009, Fort Worth, Texas~

Dear Journal~

I sit here at Basham Hospital here in Fort Worth, Texas; I have an appointment with my orthopedic doctor in about twenty minutes or so.  Fell about a week and a half ago at school, fractured my hip; it really hurts!

He wants to see how I am doing.  Meanwhile, I sit here to try to while away the time.  I thank God my boyfriend, Tank, is with me; it's been harder on him, as he's been the one to take care of me.

I have had to use my wheelchair; the only time I'm out of it is if I have to take a shower, go to the potty, or go to bed; any other time, I'm in my chair, and it's hard on my bum, not to mention, my hip.  I can't walk; walking is off limits for me.

I was at school, going to one of my classes, when I fell.  When I landed, I knew immediately I'd done something; I couldn't get up, and it was instantaneous pain.  I'm talking severe pain, so bad, in fact, I threw up what I'd had for breakfast that morning.  I must have laid there for a good fifteen/twenty minutes before someone helped me.  It was awful!

I was then rushed (by ambulance) to Basham Memorial, where I spent the night; I was then released a day later, but every week I have to go see my doctor, to make sure it's healing well.  It seems to be, but I can't walk until this has healed. 

I hate it because I can't persue my tennis or soccer games, and seeing I have always been the athletic type, not being able to play my sports or excercise has been rough. 

Poor Tank has been an angel through all of this, but I am sure he'd rather be out with his friends than staying home to take care of me.  I feel like it's all my fault, and I have been depressed since all of this happened.

Well, the nurse has called me, so I must go.  Pray I get a good report from Doctor Rampas; I don't need any more problems cropping up!

Thanks in advance!

~Love, your friend, Steffi.  :)

P.S.:  The weather hasn't been good here lately:  chance of storms nearly every night, and tomorrow and Sunday, we could have more chances of storms, possibly severe.  Arrgghh, I don't need this!  I hate storms!!  Pray we get through this stormy period and pray this stupid pattern changes; I'm sick of storms!!!!!  Thanks again!!