My Brother & Saturday Fiasco

I have quite an amazing brother, he is wonderful, sweet, caring, happy, loving, and funny. He loves people, music, football, sports... all kinds of sports, he likes the information. He loves to read and he loves to be outside or be inside & play video games. He likes movies. He watches Glee with my sister & I.

He tells me how much he loves me whenever I talk to him, and he's 10 years younger than I am. He's like my own child, I had a hand in raising him by changing his diapers, feeding him, & playing with him while our parents were at work or meetings, during the years Mom was the Senior Vestry member at the church... woof.

He was hospitalized Friday with Osteomyelitis... which personally I have never heard of, but it's basically an infection you get in your bones or around your bones. He got it on his right knee, both sides. They scraped it out Saturday morning after cutting a hole into his right knee. They say they got it all out, and they sent some cultures off to be tested. Apparently, this happens to children during the summer, when they're active and outside and their veins have bacteria in them and they swell up. The bacteria is from all over the body, not just a central point, so it's hard to say how it was caused exactly. He was scared, he's never been in surgery before, and neither have I minus the whole wisdom teeth removal fiasco of 2008 (my experience was A BREEZE compared to Margie's... it was really uneventful for me in general actually).

Anyway, after surgery on Saturday the pre-teen got to play with an Xbox. Because at the childrens hospital, they have game consoles or whatever that you can play with.

Attention: If I am ever in the hospital, whether I'm giving birth, having surgery, or on my death bed, that hospital better provide a manicurist & a masseuse for me. If M can play with an Xbox during his stay, I want to be happy too.

Apparently today he is in pain from his knee.
Please keep him in your prayers!!

On another note, I ALMOST DIED LAST NIGHT. I got in bed around 10:30 pm. Ok, strike that, I had not left the bed the entire day but to make meals. I even ate my meals in bed. Saturdays, if I'm too tired from the week, I like to sleep. However, there really comes a time when there is nothing to do if all your friends are at work or busy, like mine were on Saturday. So, I didn't leave my bed. I attempted to study for my final I have tomorrow at 11 am (TYPICAL), but it didn't happen.

After I watched JK Rawling's biography/movie thing, I turned to the Travel Channel to watch this ghost adventurers show with these 3 guido dudes who lock themselves into haunted places, mess with the ghosts, and try to get EVPs. It's cool when you're with someone else. By yourself, FREAKING SCARY. So, by 10:30, this little lady had the lights turned off & was in bed.

With a pounding headache. I don't like taking medicine. Not because I'm all gung-ho about organic crap or whatever, but because when I have a headache I just expect it to go away. It's usually late at night & I'm in bed. I do not like to get out of bed once I'm in it. Just like with car trips, you have to start all over again. My bed time tradition is slightly weird, I do breathing exercises and focus on this one image if I can't fall asleep. It's a black room & I rotate it in my mind until I get dizzy, then usually I fall asleep.

Oh no. Not last night. My head was pounding, and the clock was right next to my ear. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I heard gunshots.


Mother of PEARL. GUNSHOTS?! Saturday night at 11 pm... NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR GUNSHOTS. As I am not a gun aficionado and cannot recognize guns by the sounds they make, I have no idea if it was a gun or a shot gun or a bbgun... it doesn't matter to me. When you hear 10 in a row, it's over. THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN GO TO SLEEP WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

I may watch too much Cold Case, NCIS, SVU, & Criminal Minds. All I can think about is, who is going to save me if some crazy psycho busts down my door and takes me away. My landowners are at the beach, I'm in the middle of NOWHERE, and I have no sense of security.

After these 10 gunshots happen, my mind is freaking out. I have a sinking feeling that I am going to die... either from somebody else or myself because I feel like I'm going to look over and outside my sliding glass door there's going to be a person.... staring at me.

I am paranoid. And then, about 30 minutes later, another 5 gunshots... Well now I'm freaking out. There are tons of voices in my head, and my adrenaline is going and my heart beat is beating fast & I'm sure in 10 seconds someone is going to break in and I'll have to run out and escape into the woods or escape somewhere. And call 911.

Around 1:15 am, I am still not asleep. I take the clock off the wall, hide it in my closet and take an ibuprofen.

I am still alive though. Barely.