what?!?

so yesterday i was examined by a bunch of doctors.

my mom picked me up from school at around 9:20 to go to reston hospital cuz i had an appointment with a person named Dr. Hartley for my broken finger.

i went to the hospital and waited in the waiting room for about...what, 20 minutes while nurses were coming in and out, calling people's last names for their own appointments. when they finally said my last name, i got up to go inside when a different asian elderly couple went to the nurse, thinking that it was their turn. so i sat back down but about 40 seconds later the couple came back to the waiting room looking embarrased while the nurse called my first (pronounced wrong) AND last name AND the doctor we were scheduled to see.

my mom and i went into the hallway and got into another room where i had to sit on one of those clinic beds with the white tissue paper on top and my mom had to sit on one of the cushiony rolling chairs.

like, 4 or 5 female nurses came into our room and asked me a bunch of questions like, "when did you get hurt?" "how did you get hurt?" "on a scale of 1-10, how much does it hurt?" over and over again until i was saying the same thing over and over like some sort of demented bird.

then they took ANOTHER x-ray of my finger at that hospital and when i came out of the x-ray room, Dr. Hartley was waiting for me. he took a look at my finger and started to test where it hurt the most. then he made an appointment for me with a hand surgeon that was to take place two hours later.

during the two hours i was dispatched and my mom and i went to chick-fil-a to grab some lunch. then we went back to my school where my mom told the office we had to have an extended appointment so the office let me pack my schoolbag.

we got to reston hospital and waited in the waiting room for 5 minutes and then a nurse came to lead me to the hand surgeon's office.

the surgeon was looking at me with a concerned expression pretty much the whole time she was telling my mom about how i needed surgery (american hospital people must have a reputation for being nice). to be honest, i kinda expected myself to have surgery. it's to take place today actually.

we were dispatched and when we got home my mom got a call from the hospital saying that i couldn't eat or drink anything between midnight yesterday and the time i have surgery so now im starving myself. no breakfast, no lunch, and me waiting to have pins stuck into my poor finger. yes, they'll put me to sleep.

i can't play violin for the next 6-9 weeks after the surgery. no district orchestra or playing test for me.

btw, winter break starts tomorrow and this saturday is Christmas(: