Fourth of July + Life Update

These last couple days have been interesting. Let's see, when did I last post? Wow, last Saturday. It's been a while. Alright, I can work with that.

(This paragraph is a little graphic, so males, if you don't feel comfortable reading this, I suggest you skip to the next one.) Last Monday, I went to an OB-GYN for a pelvic exam (which is EXACLTY what you think it is), and the doctor confirmed I don't have ovarian cysts. It was a little awkward for a while because they all acted like I came in to find out if I was pregnant, but after that question was answered beyond a shadow of a doubt, we were all good. The doctor put me on medroxyprogesterone to trigger a menstrual because I haven't had one since April, and she thinks that perhaps after I've had one, I'll begin to even out. She said that if I don't feel better after I've had one, she'll send me to the back doctor to see if maybe my scoliosis is creating pain in my groin area. And that's the scoop on my medical issues for this week.

On Tuesday, I did nothing until we had TNL (Tuesday Night Live, or youth group) at a friend's house.

For the Fourth, my family and I went up to our condo in Frisco, which is a very small town in the mountains between Breckenridge and Lake Dillon. Mostly, we chillaxed and watched TV, because there's cable up there, and not here at my house. We also rode our bikes around to Abbey's Coffee and got ice cream, watched the parade, and looked at art galleries. The last day, my sister, my mom, and I went shopping in Breckenridge.
A few hours after that when we were all packing to get ready to leave, my dad was attempting to fix the glass shower door which had come off it's track and called me in to help him.
"Just hold that right there, Stephany," he instructed, holding the metal top rod (I really don't know what to call it) carefully until I could take over.
Not a few seconds after that, I managed to let the rod slip and shatter one of the glass doors. There was glass everywhere. Like, little pieces of glass the size of pennies, not shattering into easy-to-pick up sheets.
I did one of those moments where you stand there and don't move because of the shock of what you just did. "Oh..." shit. I began to say the first part, but finished in my head. "Sorry!"
My dad ever so calmly put his head in his hands and sat down on the toilet. He didn't yell at me or say a word.
My mother appeared behind me and was like, "What happened?!"
I then noticed a few cuts dripping blood on each of my father's legs. "I, well, Dad needed someone to help him, and I came in and..."
"It wasn't your fault," my dad said, rubbing his eyes. "It was...the top rod twisted and banged the glass, right?"
"I think so," I said.
He exhaled, obviously pissed at the situation, seeing that we're trying to sell the condo. "Go over to WalMart and buy a shower curtain and a rack."
I accompanied my mom and brother on that shopping escapade, and we were able to fix the situation for the most part. The new curtain actually gave the bathroom a little bit of color, which was kind of an improvement.
I couldn't help but think that it's a good thing my dad's a Christian and a good father, because I could have seen another man in his situation yelling at me or calling me names. My dad's just so...calm. It's nice. He's a great guy.

In other news, I'm heading off to the mountains again this Friday for a camping and rafting trip with a bunch of youth group buddies. Kyle, Chris (red-head Chris), Neb (the other Chris), Me, Kristen, Daniel, Ashley, her sister Becca and maybe their brother Jared, Alex, Caleb, and Michael Anderson are all going. It's going to be really, really fun. Let's just all try and stay in our boats and not die, and it'll all work out for all of us!
I really hope we don't have to hike, because I'm about the most out-of-shape kid on the trip. Not to mention back pains and having a period all at the same time! And we had a finger-blaster war at youth group yesterday and I'm really sore from it. (Finger Blasters being those little foam rockets you can shoot by a rubber loop at the front.)

That's been my week. How was yours?