pretty bad

I'd say 'worst Christmas ever', but I don't want to tempt fate to give me a worse one further on down the road. It started off okay. Went to church in the morning with my cousin, had a good lunch discussing his university plans and relationships (not in too much detail, of course - he's 17). Then, met up with Jasmine at Yorkdale, and found a random subway place to sit down and catch up. Then, we saw King Kong, which had a real kind of beauty to it, minus the Jurassic Park IV trailer section. All the way, my sister has been experiencing this pain in her back. The doctor thought she broke her backbone, but it ended up being an infection. So when I returned from the movie, I went to the hospital. And stayed there, listening to my sister's alternating crying and screaming in pain. The morphine wasn't working anymore. My mom would only go home when I promised I'd stay there with Yvonne. So that's how I spent Christmas night - on the 4North Wing of North York General Hospital. The 'break' hasn't been the least bit relaxing at all. I just want to go back to school.