summer? not fun.

My summers tend to be rather horrible. No guys (no new guys), no cheer, my best friends go to Israel, and my dad works so i have to spend most of the time with my mom. Besides shopping, i can't think of the last fun thing i did over a summer.

My summers started going downhill at the end of sixth grade. I had come down with a bad case of terrible knees and was being rushed from doctor to doctor until we found someone who could and would operate; this fabulous old man to the left. I had two knees surgeries within a week, one on each knee. I spent the rest of that summer in physical therapy.

The next summer pretty much the same stuff happened except I already had a surgeon and only needed one surgery. By this time, Dr Brotzman and I are practically family. I call him "Brent" and his office is on both my and my parents speed dial. His assistant Tom and i have also become quite close. Tom takes out my stitches and he's quite good at it, too. I have some gnarly pictures from the surgeries. I can see the little machines and the bones and stuff. most people find it grotesque, but I don't. I'm kinda jealous of my dad though. He had knee surgery a few months after my first two, and his doctor gave him a video.

So this most recent summer, i had no surgeries, even though i needed one. I wasn't in a place medically where my body could handle any more stress. i was in a hospital for the entire summer and the last six weeks of eight grade. i was really really sick. but so now im on round the clock Advil and the occasional pair of crutches when the pain gets too bad.

i like the school year more than the summer. I've never had a knee surgery during school. We'll see if i can keep that up.