Hospital Part 1

 

Doctors still can’t find what’s wrong with AJ. 

It pains me to see him this way.  All I want to know is why.  They’ve run every test in the book and he’s been given a clean bill of health. So why did he pass out the other night?

Satis flew in from Egypt when I gave her the news. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you,” I said, and I could see Andy out of the corner of my eye feeling the same.

We took our seats in the waiting room.  Thankfully we were the only ones there as it was a quiet day at the Rudolph C. Vanderburg Memorial Hospital, a top of the line medical facility named after Queen Catarina’s father. 

“You haven’t slept a wink all night,” Satis observed.

“How can I?” I asked her.  “My son is sick and my daughter is the cause he passed out.”

“Sage?”

“No.  The little one.  Well, she’s not so little anymore.”

“Sierra?  What did she do?”

I took a deep breath.  “I thought AJ and Sety were out of control.  Sierra is ten times more out of control than they ever thought to be.”

“What’s going on?  Nobody told me!”

Andy and I proceeded to fill Satis in on what’s happened since she’s been gone. 

Satis put her hand over her heart.  “Goodness!” she exclaimed.  “Well, Sierra doesn’t want me to put her in line.”

“Well, someone has to,” Andy said sadly.  “If she keeps this up she’ll be headed to Fort Starch.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Cheesman…”

--To be continued

Sierra

 

Author’s note:  A combination of factors has contributed to me not updating this blog as much as I should.  Among them is laziness, lol. 

Hey everyone, it’s me, Savannah. 

I know I haven’t talked much about my younger daughter Sierra in this blog, but I believe I need to dedicate a post to her. 

I think I’m losing her. 

Seriously.

She just turned teen and she is completely out of control.

The problem is, Sierra is exactly like me.  Every time I look at her, it’s like I’m looking in the mirror at myself.  I can’t tell her anything because she is exactly the way I was – and probably worse. 

Just the other day, she was busted for throwing eggs at the door of an elderly woman. 

Then, when AJ tried to chastise her, she yelled and screamed bloody murder at him.

“Leave me the fuck alone!  You’re not my daddy!” 

“Go to your room,” I told her, “I’ll deal with you in the morning.”

Unfortunately, the morning never came. 

Soon after AJ finished screaming at her, he dropped to the floor. 

I couldn’t wake him up.  I was all in a panic.  Luckily Max dialed 911 for me.  I couldn’t even do it. 

I ended up spending the night at the hospital with him.  But that’s for another post.

I feel like I let her down, somehow.  You know?  I mean, so busy with AJ and Sage and the younger kids that Sierra got the short end of the stick.  That she didn’t get enough of me.

Once again, I feel like I failed as a parent. 

She’s so angry and I have no idea why.  What did we do wrong?

The other day I found out she skipped school to go to Simfest.  I also found out that she put lipstick and clown underwear on the school mascot and put toilet paper all over the principal’s office. 

We grounded her but she sneaks out of the house.  I know she’s sneaking out because Max would find her bedroom window open.  I know that someone in the house is helping her to sneak out but I don’t know how to get to the bottom of who is helping her to sneak out. 

I came back from work at two in the morning and who’s up working out but Sierra.  I asked her, you know, “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, just getting some extra reps.”

I don’t believe her for a second.  It’s a cover for her having been out all night.  What the hell is she doing? 

I know it’s a cover because I told the same lies to my mom. 

And you know I’m going to get to the bottom of it. 

Later, Savannah