A bit of a recap - a refresher!

T- 14 days

Everywhere I turn, there are decaying blog posts - on my blog as well - except one at one blog. I hope that this summer will revive these writings. By the way, today is the first day of my official summer and I shall celebrate it by updating my writing with the songs I am listening to! *The Summer Obsession* This whole week I've been up and about and at the school doing things and this is the first day to sleep in (well, mostly) and not have to do anything, even though I have been doing some things. But this is it, man!

Well, since I actually haven't talked about the medical side to Periacetabular Osteotomies in a while, I shall refresh everybody's memory including mine. Periacetabular Osteomy is a fancy way for saying: "We are going to cut open your hip, disconnect the socket, and turn it around"! Well, hopefully I won't be going in a 360 degree angle! Haha. *I Am the Highway, Audioslave*

My story, and why my situation is so unusual: This surgery, called a PAO, is used mostly on people who have developed hip dysplasia. Hip dysplasia is a condition developed by people, usually women, whose femoral heads have become dislodged from their hip socket, or their acetabulum. *Blow up the Outside World, Soundgarden* Now, there are two kinds of people who get hip dysplasia. There are those who receive it as a birth defect and those who develop it later in life. Those who develop it later in life usually have led active lives and are in their mid-20s or 30s when they realize the problem. And this is why I'm so unusual. There's almost no one else receiving the PAO, or any other kind of hip reconstructive surgery, that is in his/her teens. You see, I had hip dysplasia as an infant, which would have been fairly easy to fix, but it was only caught when I was 1 1/2 years old. By then, the bones had fixed in their place, and we resorted to surgery. But then again, the doctors had no idea how the bones and the joints would react to growth. By the time I was, oh, about 13-14? I had started getting pain in my hip. Which is why I had my first surgery on Dec. 18. And now June 11 for the other hip. *Moonchild, Chris Cornell*

So there we go, all around full circle in a never ending loop. I have feelings of nostalgia. Sorry, I'm being driven crazy by my latest giant novel, One Hundred Years of Solitude. Very good. Very long. Very...long wearing. But, on the plus side, Mrs. Donaldson has promised to read The Alchemist this summer! Hopefully it will be placed on the reading list for future generations... *Wonderwall, Oasis*

A moment...suspended in time...

I forget what that quote is from. At least, I think it's a quote. And perhaps it's familiar.

But anyhow, I am here to announce that it is only 30 or 31 days until zero hour. I'm rather shaky on the math, you see. It will be my last surgery until several decades from now. Yay. So, in short, I have only 1 month to frolic. To play badminton and make bukus (however you spell it) of muffins and to go to events or casual coffee with my friends without worrying about accomodations. After that, I'm resigned to Tracy, the wheelchair. It's kinda sad, but you probably read my "I am a woman" speech earlier, so that attitude still resides in me. Well, one month. Until I go to senior picnic in a wheelchair. Even at school I'll be on crutches. Sorry! I don't mean to sound depressing. I broke 2 dishes today and so that's probably why I sound down!
This is just a psuedo announcement. I am beginning countdown!

30 (or 31) days

Saving Grace

Who/What/Where is your saviour? Most of us would say, off hand, that Jesus, or God, is our Saviour. But spiritually aside, what is?

 Maybe I'm phrasing this wrong. What I'm trying to say is that there are things in our lives that save us from insanity. Things that save s from feeling that life is hopeless. Things that save us from ourselves, even. School, oddly enough, has been my saviour many a time. A saviour from enclosure, from boredom, from caged feelings. Baking, especially when it come to muffins!,  has been my saviour - Abigail (and pretty much everyone else)! I can see you laughing! -  from impossibility, from lack of purpose. This summer, I have already picked out my saviours. That sounds odd. Estem...I know what  shall do this summer. When I lie in bed lacking motivation or purpose. A list, for I have recently come to appreciate, yet still not love, lists. Oh, Mr. Knight's class...

1. Muffins - Yep. You could probably see that coming. As I have declared that I will someday open a pastry/cafe, I think that this is perfectly normal. :D

2. Books. - Oh, yes. Along with the regular  AP English books - Frankenstein, something, and something else - I am trying to get as far as I can on my "100 Books You Should Read Before College" List. I just finished number 23 on my list! Yay!

 

3. Friends. - Oh, I'll make them come back from vacation or die! Just kidding. I do love all of you.....

4. LOTR? - I have the urge to watch Lord of The Rings again. I'm planning on getting the extendaversion and watching all of them!!!!! Oh, and I'm gonna fly over to the Lira's and steal Spirited Away!

Haha. There is my summer. So, question. What is your saviour? And yes, I meant it, Michael.