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Today is Friday, January 15th.

They finally let me out of the hospital today!

Ever since my casts came off a couple days ago my physical therapist has been pushing me super hard and then yesterday he said that he thought I was good enough to be able to manage on my own with crutches and a boot until I was fully healed as long as I was careful and didn't try anything too difficult. It feels really great to be able to write with my left hand again, but my fingers feel stiff and clunky. My right hand was getting pretty good too, but always felt strange. I still can't do anything like play softball or pick up heavy stuff with my left arm until the doctors say it's okay, but being able to scratch my wrist when it gets itchy is totally worth it.

Even though I can kind of walk on my own they made me use a wheelchair when we checked out of the hospital and drove me home in an ambulance and everything even though Dad was there and could have taken me. It was freaky getting carried up the stairs and getting moved around by people behind me, but as soon as I was comfortable on a couch they said "Bye! Get well soon!" and left with the wheelchair.

Dad had everything set up for me – he had blankets and pillows and stuff all over the couch and put my crutches in easy reach in case I wanted to go somewhere or if I had to pee and then he told me to just lay there and watch TV for a while. I wasn't going to complain! It was so much better than being in the hospital. He made me some grilled cheese sandwiches and watched TV with me until he had to take Zwei for a walk. When he got back we did some of the easier stretches and exercises my therapist ordered us to do. Dad's a lot gentler than my therapist was! He probably just doesn't want to hurt me, but I had to keep telling him to push harder and reassuring him that I was, ever so truly, alright even though I made a tiny little grunt of pain. It's PT, it's supposed to hurt a little.

After that I watched TV some more while Dad tried to get some work done from home, and sometime in the middle of the day I fell asleep. When I woke up Yang and Blake were sitting with me watching some movie about four guys trying to save the world from aliens and I screamed "Bl-!" (because I still can't say her name) and they both jumped because they thought I was still asleep and I tried to stand up and give her a hug but instead I just fell off the couch. I was fine, but of course they both freaked out and scrambled to pick me up and I couldn't get a word in edgewise about how I was okay because they kept asking me if I was hurt.

When I finally convinced them that I was okay they sat me back on the couch and Blake sat next to me and we hugged. I asked her how her day went and she said that Oobleck's giving too much homework and that Peach wants her to write a three-page essay on 'Beowulf' and she needs to have a submission for the school's newspaper by Monday. Then she said "I have to do all that but all I want to do is check and see if you're okay..." and then she kissed me on the cheek and Yang made puking noises so we both glared at her until she stopped.

Dad came by to check on me and asked Blake if she was staying for dinner but Blake said that she wished she could but she had to go. I was like "No, stay!" and Blake said that I tempted her but she really had something to do so I kissed her goodbye and both Yang and Dad make puking noises so I threw pillows at them. I threw one too hard and hurt my arm and everyone was like "Oh no Ruby are you okay?!" and I was like "Yes!"

I can tell that that's going to get annoying quickly.

Yang didn't have work today so after Blake left we watched TV together. I found the channel that had that Spanish soap opera and after I caught Yang up on who was who and how many people were ghosts we made up what was going on.

Dad made hamburgers for dinner and all three of us watched a movie together. It was like everything was back to normal, except right before the climax we had to pause because I had to do more PT.

Kind of a slow day today, but it's so much better than being in the hospital and plugged with tubes and wires and crap. No more bedpans!

I'm going to go read some more of that book Blake gave me then go to bed.

Goodnight!

XOXOXO :3

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P.S. - Why didn't the doctors tell me that going up stairs in crutches was impossible! I fell down twice! I didn't fall hard or anything, but it wasn't fun! The first time I was on like the third step and Dad came rushing over and was like "Are you okay, Ruby?!" and I was like "Yeah, just slipped a little..." and then I stood up and got like two steps higher before I fell again. Dad said "Forget it, you're sleeping on the couch tonight." and then he picked me up and carried me back to the couch and brought me some blankets. Zwei came over and jumped on top of me and curled into a ball. It was like he and Dad were in cahoots about not letting me get up.

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P.P.S. - I was smacking myself because today would have been the perfect opportunity to give Blake her Christmas present, but when I complained about it to Yang she winked at me and said "I think it'd be better to wait on that, Rubes..."

So I don't know what's going on, but I guess it's going to involve Christmas presents. Unless she wants me to wait all the way until next December, in which case she's crazy, because I'm giving Blake her Christmas present ASAP even if I have to hobble all the way to her house to do it!

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P.P.P.S. - I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and realized that I fell asleep without a problem, and I couldn't figure out why.

My mind isn't filled with scary what-ifs anymore.

It's like now that I'm home, safe and surrounded by people who love me, everything is going to be okay.

That and there's no machine beeping like a self-destruct sequence every time my oxygen level dips below 70. Goodness, that machine was the worst.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow!

XOXO :3

Apologies for the decrease in chapter quality and length.

Keep moving forward.