I went to Girl Scout Camp on the first full week of August. The drive was very long because Girl Scout Camp is far from where we live.
When we got there, we left my stuff in the car and went in and Mom and Dad signed me in. Then, we went to the Trading Post. At the Trading Post, I got a hat, t-shirt, and a backpack. Then, we went in the next part of the building and a counselor gave me a head check.
Then, we got my stuff from the car and walked up the steep and tiring hill to Ledges where I would be staying. When we finally got there, the head counselor, Velveteen, greeted us. Each tent was named after a pizza topping. She told me to go to my tent called Crispy Veggie and to get my swimsuit on for my swim test.
After that, my family and I went into my tent. After they knew I was settled in, they left. Once, I was in my swimsuit with sunblock and mosquito repellent, I walked to everyone else was waiting. We left in a buddy line to go to our swim test. We had to walk all the way back down Killer Hill to the waterfront. By then, we heard thunder which was a sign that it was going to rain. We had to walk all the way back to Ledges and it started to pour as soon as we got in our tent. Continue reading Girl Scout Camp 2012
Mom is in the hospital. She seems to be getting a little better every day and one of her main problems have been fixed by the removal of her adrenal glands.
When the girls and I go to visit her, we usually sit in the waiting room for most of the time. It’s hard and frustrating to not always know what’s going on with her, but sometimes it’s best to leave things unsaid if they’re really painful to hear. When my dad sometimes explains to me what has happened to her, it feels as though I’m all alone in the world. Although, it’s nice to see her so awake and happy and smiling when we walk into the room.
Before my mom went to the hospital, I would constantly feel scared and uncomfortable just to think about and see my mom in so much physical trouble. That was not my mom that went out on runs every morning and made cheesy jokes and taught us weird songs. At least now she’s in good hands and people will help her get better and stronger.
It’s nice to see how many people come visit her and help us through this tough time in our lives. We have received lots of sympathy and love from people I haven’t talked to in a long time or even met until recently.
Now that she’s getting better, my worries have gone down a lot. I just hope she doesn’t have to stay at the hospital for much longer than a month more. Even though I see her almost everyday, I miss her so much.
To read about my mom’s experience in the hospital, read my dad’s blog.