12:00 a.m.-5:30 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Wake up with excruciating pain. Go to White Plains Hospital Center (WPHC) with Richard. Mum and dad come to see me. Get called in. Get urinalysis, bloodwork, more urinalysis, CT scan, saline/Levaquin/codine drip. I have a mild infection. Am perscribed Levaquin oral and Motrin 600mg. Go home.

6:00-9:30 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Eat Vienna Wafers and Yoo-Hoo (in a glass bottle!) out of the vending machine. Sleep. Pain still present.

9:30-10:00 a.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Recieve a call from mum saying that Dr. Bregman (an ER doctor) saw that the results from yesterday are inconclusive and appendicits may be present. Call Dr. Bregman, am asked to come in for a new CT scan with contrast.

10:30 a.m.-5:30 p.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Go back to WPHC with Richard. Meet dad there. Go into ER and are forced to drink two pints of Barium Sulfate in mixed berry. I chug a dixie cup full and proceed to go into the bathroom to vomit. I am given a saline/Zofran IV, a urinalysis, and a CBC. Two hours later, the Barium Sulfate is gone and I await a CT scan. Go for CT scan. Results show that appendicitis is not present, but instead a large cyst rupture on my ovary. Am later released.

6:00 p.m.-9:30 p.m., Fri. 19 Oct 2007 –> Go home, do laundry, eat dinner, call the parents, pack, and sleep.

20 Oct. 2007 – Go to the parents’ house by 8:00 a.m., eat breakfast, drive to Franklin, eat lunch, go to Sharon Springs to see the Hotel Adler (which is victim to treasure hunters), Imperial Baths (they had the sulphur and magnesium faucets running and people were drinking out of them), and do some shopping. Go back. Read. Eat dinner. Go to Cooperstown for the Halloween Event at the Farmhouse Museum. Come back. Eat dinner. Sleep.

21 Oct. 2007 –> Get up. Eat breakfast. Shower. Pack. Drive home (sleep). Dinner. Back to Mville. Homework. Call parents. Homework. Blogging.

Yeah, life is eventful under me. As a side note, Apple Cider from Sharon Springs is really good because of its high sulphur content.

I keep my dreams locked away from you,
In the foot locker under my bed,
With the keys I can not find.

Inside the chest are hopes and wishes,
Ones I do not wish to fly from me.
I bring them out at Christmas-tide.
And sometimes on special days.
I keep them very close to me,
And hope that they shall never leave.

But today I looked in my box,
And it was empty.
The hopes were cobwebs.
The wishes to bring out were mere memories.
I could hear the echo of my voice
Inside my empty void.

I have tried to refill the box.
I throw in sex.
I throw in love.
I throw in falsehoods and poetry.
I lock the box tight,
And I wish for it to burn,
But it still sits and haunts me.

I do not know where I fit for you.
I was a prize.
I was a pet.
But now I am just daughter.
I am just the tenant that takes space.
The poet with no means.
I am a girl.
Just a girl.

And every night I see the box.
And every phonecall I see the cobwebs.
I hear the shreiks of a thousand nightmares.
All that include you.

And I wish for is my box,
To be filled with joy,
That was once lost.