Well, if I have one more drop of stress added to my life I will overflow!! I have felt sick for two weeks and feeling sick and life do not mix, so how do you deal with all this life and stress? You cry, a lot.... And whine, and beg for attention, and look on the calendar and count how many days before surgery. Maybe I'm over reacting right now, but back surgery seems like the end of the world. All this planning of how long will I be out of dance? How long will I be sleeping downstairs? What am I going to do with my beloved loft bed that I won't be able to use afterwards? Just that alone makes me want to cry! I feel as if this wonderful idea of being done with my brace has turned into a horrible nightmare and all I can do is sulk in my pajamas (you can't get me out of them).
Lets talk about dance, I have dance four days a week and thats about 13 hours a week. This includes technique, pointe, pilates, modern dance, and contemporary. Even though dance makes me happy it hurts my back a lot to do some of the things, like holding arabesque back at the barre and balancing, Attitude derriere balancing at the barre, and cambre to the sides and back. I am hoping that after my surgery I will still be able to do the majority of them.
This last weekend on Saturday after a LONG day at dance I was ready to have a nice relaxing night with my mom when Ashley (my older sister) texted me saying she was going to my great aunt's 75th birthday party and that she wanted my to go with her, which at that exact moment my grandparents were just walking out the door when I told them. My grandma ran me up the stairs and dressed me faster than I could speak and we were in the car driving to the party in less than 2 minutes.
At the party I was the youngest person there other than a 3 year old boy. I swore that if my sister did not show up after all I would tear my hair out and about three-seconds after I said that out loud I saw her walking down the sidewalk. There is something about being with my sister that makes everything better for the moment and the universe melts into nonexistence along with all the stress. Thank the Lord for siblings because I would be a mess without mine!
On Sunday we went to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival, a family tradition of ours for about 30 years. Even though we didn't do a lot or buy anything, just walking around with my mom after the long break apart was absolutely magnificent! We got to the festival at 10 am and left at about 3pm because it started to rain. By the time we got home I went back to bed and slept for 6 hours only to awaken to being the only one up. I walked down the stairs to raid the pantry because I was starving and found my sister looking guilty as ever eating the last of the mashed potatoes (which is kind of what I had gone down to eat) and not willing to share her treasure with me, I settled on left over kettle corn and potato chips.
