On Thursday, my sister went to have jaw correction surgery. She left for the hospital around 5 a.m. I had a final that day so I couldn’t go visit her right away. Throughout my final, I couldn’t help but think the worst. That’s how I’ve always been. A paranoid anxious teen. The clock keeps going by and I was thinking how she’d be in the middle of the surgery. By the end of my final, I get a text from my mom saying that everything went well. I felt a sigh of relief and was glad to know she was fine. Later that day I went to go visit her. I could tell she was unhappy and my mom said that she was just tired and was in pain. Seeing her helpless because of her wired shut jaw, just made me upset and I started to cry. I had to leave because I couldn’t handle it. She’s home now and I feel better now that she’s more coherent and not in so much pain. I didn’t realize how much of an impact this would have on me, but I’m glad so recovering quite quickly. She’s so strong and I love her so much! ♥
