Wait He's My Dad

No More Casts??

-Hope's P.O.V-

*Two Months Later*

Today Mom, Ashley, and I are going to the doctor to see if I need my leg cast anymore. I then have to go to physical therapy to get used to walking. But to be honest anything seems more fun than sitting in a STUPID wheelchair. I am so ready to be out of this wheelchair. I have hated it since the beginning. I have gotten used to Mom helping me change outfits. It SUCKS not being able to do anything without someone's help. At school Ashley always has my back. If someone where to say something or do anything to harm me, she defends me. Even sometimes people we've never met or talked to have helped us. Teachers are very nice about me and everything. Sometimes at school I have to take Advil to calm the random pain that will happen. Kids don't climb a tree because this could happen to you. We are also seeing how much longer I will need the arm cast. There is a chance I will no longer need it, but another chance that I have to have one around my wrist for quite some time. "Hope, you ready?" Mom asked. "As ready as I will ever be." I said. "Hey, at least you have the chance of getting one of the casts off." Ashley said. "You've got a point." I said. Getting into a car and out of a car was the hardest thing possible. That is why Ashley is with us. She's here to hold the wheelchair so it can't move because trust me it moves. "I just can't wait to be back on my own feet." I said. "You know while going through physical therapy, you have to use the wheelchair. You won't just be able to get up and walk. Not only have you not been using your right leg you haven't used your left. It will take your body time readjust itself.

We finally made it to the hospital, and Mom went to sign me in because I'm under 18. Now here in America, our health care isn't free. Which makes no sense since someone is always getting hurt. Sometimes I wish I had lived somewhere with free health care. No one understands the pain of having to deal with that stuff. Then we also have to pay for some other things with our taxes. It's kind of stupid. Why couldn't we just pay for our health care in taxes? Because we are Americans. Don't get me wrong I love living in America, but sometimes it's just a little bit overwhelming. Some of the stereotypes countries have for us is true. I just get annoyed because not all of us are like that, but there are some that really act like that. I get very frustrated when people act like stereotypical Americans. I just wish people were better or actually cared. I mean we do the stupidest stuff. I mean look at me. I climbed a tree and guess what broke my arm and leg. I'm a huge idiot. I guess you could call me an American Idiot. See what I did there? Ha ha, not funny yeah I know. We also make some stupid jokes. I understand why people that learn English after speaking one language for a long time have trouble with it because I'm even having trouble with it. These are the things that go through my head. Sorry I guess right now is thoughts with Hope. Hopefully you don't mind and if you do than goodbye. Have a nice life. Hopefully you enjoy my thoughts if you don't well I don't care. "Hope. Come on they called you." Mom said. Guess this is goodbye for now.

"Hope, we are going to take the cast off of arm first to see if you need it any longer." The doctor said. I didn't hear the name of the doctor, so I'm going to call him Bobby. Bobby is an older looking doctor, but not one that seems creepy. No he looks mid 40's, keeps his hair clean, and it seems that he cares about his appearance. "Okay." i said. Bobby got this saw looking thingy and turned it on. "This will not hurt at all." He said. Well now I feel a bit better, he's going to use a saw looking machine and it won't hurt that's good. Bobby put it near my cast and started to saw it in half. Wouldn't it suck if the cast just shattered into many pieces and he hurt me more with the saw. If that was made into a movie I would defiantly watch it. Seems like a good movie until the doctor goes crazy and tries to kill everyone. In the end a patient ends up killing the doctor, that would be such a great turning point. Then you get to see the people start to live normal lives again. Would you guys watch this or am I just really weird. I'm probably the only one because I am weird. I'm quite glad I'm only thinking this because everyone would look at me weird.

Finally, Bobby got the cast off of my arm and started to work on the leg cast. "Now we are going to take an x-ray." Bobby said. "Got it." I said. Bobby got up and then he went behind me. "I can push her to the room we are doing the x-ray." Bobby said. "Okay." Mom said. Now Bobby seems like a nice guy, but I don't really trust him. Don't get me wrong you have to gain my trust to get me alone with you in a room, but he is a doctor and could get in serious trouble if he did something bad.

Bobby got me set up for the x-ray and then did it. Soon we were back in the room with Mom and Ashley. Bobby had taken Mom outside to talk to her. "Do you think you will need the cast still?" Ashley asked. "Hopefully not, but with how long they've been out there I think so." I said. Mom and Bobby came back in. Mom didn't look to pleasant, which must mean more time with a cast. "Hope, your humorous bone healed correctly, but there are still parts in you radius and ulna that are still fractured." Bobby said. "Um.. Can you speak in a none doctor tone, please?" I asked. I couldn't tell you where my radius, ulna, or even humorous bones were. "Yes. Your upper arm healed better than the lower part. We will be putting a new cast on the bottom half." He said. Ugh more casts. YEAH! Notice my sarcasm. "Well I want a purple cast than please." I said. "Okay." He said. "Your leg on the other hand had healed quite well so no more cast there, but you will start physical therapy for it." Bobby said. "One cast gone, and another will follow." I said. Mom and Ashley laughed amused, but Bobby just looked irritated. "I'll go get the things for it and will be back to put the cast back on." Bobby said.

"Who peed in his cereal?" I asked. Both Mom and Ashley started to laugh. "Be a little nicer; he's probably just tired of you." Ashley said. "Hey! I would be too though." I said. Someone knocked on the door and walked in. "Ready for the cast?" Bobby asked. "Yes." I said. Bobby started to put the cast on, which at this point I was more than willing to just go home.

Finally after a while, I am able to go home. "Remember not to much walking on your leg. You start physical therapy next Monday and do it ever other day until the weekend. All I ask is that you take it easy." Bobby said. "Okay." I said. "For now we are going to wheelchair you out of here and to your car. I recommend using this until physical therapy starts." Bobby said. "She will." Mom said. "Thank you. Have a nice day." Bobby said. A nurse had come in and pushed me to Mom's car. "Man I've never wanted to go home this badly before." I said. "Well you still have to be careful, but at least it's only one cast now." Mom said. "Yeah. I guess you have a point." I said. Mom then started on the way home.