I was finally discharged out of the hospital the other day. I was absolutely thrilled to have finally been able to go home. Dr. Roth made sure to continuously remind my parents to allow me to rest and to not exert any stress upon myself.
Therefore, Christmas Eve, I was subject to remain in my bed. It was such upsetting news to me. I mean, come on! I am home. What could possibly happen if I went downstairs tomorrow morning to celebrate with my family? Anything can happen I suppose. It really depressed me that I was prisoner in my own home, in my room, on my favorite holiday. I desperately wanted to be there to see our Christmas tree and all the decorations my parents had put. I have never missed a Christmas. Guess this will be my first. I tried to sneak out of my room to head downstairs b
