Apologies, New Schools and Summertime sadness.

Hello!
I hope you're all well and didn't miss me too much. I for one know that I missed you all (despite only there being actually 2? maybe 3 people who read my blog). However, my reasons for no posts are acceptable and I hope you all do forgive me! I  know I finished my last post with me complaining about GCSES and having a Demi love session, but this is all new and improved blogging. When I say that I mean that I'm now doing my A levels and have a little more time on my hands than last year with constant revision.

I know you'll all read the title and the first thing you'll think about is 'Summertime Sadness? isn't that a song, whats this crazy gal on about?' So Ill explain. I my summer was fine, I went on numerous holidays and had planned to go on more, however, things happened. I got back from France, where I was staying with family at my aunts house ( I wasn't staying with the aunt who owned the house, however I was staying with an aunt) We returned to England on the Saturday, and I was due to return home from my aunts house in England on the Monday. I was fine the Sunday, and the Monday morning, however, around 12 o'clock after Id been running around with my much younger cousin, who doubles up as the best friend you could ever had, when pain struck. It started around my tummy button and it was the most excruciating thing I have literally ever experienced. My aunt and my cousins had planned to go into town after Id left on the train to London, where I'd meet my father and get another train back home. however, my aunt didn't think I was in the right state to go on the train on my own. So she called my mother and said that I was in too much pain to go on the train and go home, which literally sucked because all i wanted was to go home and sleep in my bed which i had missed far too much in the last two weeks. however, one of my cousins stayed with me whilst my aunt nipped into town, and we were left in the comfort of each other, the two dogs and the au pair who was getting ready for her afternoon off, which she was so spend with her boyfriend (who, by the way, was really hot) All I really remember of the rest of that day was calling my mother and saying that it hurts and that the pain was moving. My aunt returned home and called the doctor, who agreed to see me, even though i wasn't registered with that practice. Ten minutes later I was in the car, bent over in pain and we were whizzing down the road to the doctor. five minutes after being seen by the doctor and him pressing around on my stomach, I was sent to hospital immediately. 40 minutes later we arrived at the hospital, and I, still unaware of what was really going on, was whisked away from my aunt to be weighed and everything (gosh that was embarrassing, I, myself am not the most comfortable in my body, however, that's changing) soon enough I was in an emergency room bed having blood taken and being reunited with my cousin and aunt, who reassured me that my mother was driving the five hour journey from where I live now, to where the hospital was. Within the next ten minutes the doctors (a REALLY hot doctor too) had diagnosed me with a burst appendicitis. not really what I wanted, but oh well.. I had to wait about 3 hours before they could take me into surgery, and even then no one could be sure if id even go into surgery then because of the issue of a free theatre. So with the help of my cousin, I dressed into my hospital gown, being careful of my drip that was in my elbow (they had to try twice to get it in. one in my left hand, the other in my right, however, they just couldn't get blood from either hand) and then speedily my mother drove and managed to make the 5 hour journey in 4. just before i went into surgery, my uncle came in and dropped some stuff off for the night, such as my cuddly toy of which I cannot sleep without, and a couple other necessities, and i was wheeled away into the anaesthetic room.  I don't remember much from then either, just waking up in recovery and asking at least 4 times if i really actually seriously did have my appendix out, and then being shown by my bed nurse my stomach each time, and then asking when I could see my mother again. That's all i really remember from that night, and even that's a little hazy. however, the next morning when i woke up in my room, my mother was by my side with the news that my aunt and cousin were on the way. AND THEY BROUGHT BALLOONS GUYS!!!! THEY BROUGHT BALLOONS! it was very exciting, especially as i was all drugged up on morphine and other things that i cant even pronounce. Soon enough though i was up and walking around the hospital and was allowed to go home from the hospital on the Wednesday, mother drove us home straight for the hospital and as soon as i got home, i was hit with some of the worst news i could possibly hear at the time (bearing in mind i was completely drugged up on numerous things and was still a little drowsy from my sleep in the car.). And this is where the real 'summertime sadness' from the title of the post comes into play.
I got news from one of my really good friends sisters, a friend who I haven't mentioned to you guys before, was in an accident on her horse. The horse was spooked by a passing tracter and she was bucked off. Thankfully she was airlifted to the nearest and best hospital around near where I live, and was taken immediately into surgery where she was operated on her brain for three hours. At first, when she was in her coma, she showed signs of breathing, and was doing well, at least that's what her sister told me. However, her heart rate and all of the other things that doctors monitor (I probably should know what they we measuring as I, myself was in hospital only a day before this happened) rocketed and they couldn't do anything to help. one of my best friends passed away that day, and ill never ever forget her as she was possibly one of the best friends I could have ever had, and I could trust her with my life and all my secrets.. Well now we know none of my secrets can get out (I say laughing to myself as a tear is slowing trickling down my cheek) And on top of this, my mother crashed her car the day after, thankfully, though, she wasn't hurt, she just had a little whiplast from where she'd stopped so suddenly and was jerked forward.

However! I started a new school in September guys! and I love it, literally think its the best thing that could ever happen to me. Every one at this school is soo nice and I even think my grades are up! although my grades weren't that bad at my last school, i passed all my GCSES with all Bs, which is good for me, however im planning to aim for As in my A levels in the coming years.
Ive thought about the idea of university in two years - saying that sounds so weird, i leave school in two years (shudders at the thought)I think i might want to study abroad, its not that i don't like England, well.. i don't.. but i love the idea of being able to be in a new environment, and a whole other country. Im thinking about the US for uni, but I think I have to take all of this different exams to be able to do that, so maybe Canada, or do you also have to take exams for that (can someone let me know down in the comments)

That's all for now, because I need to finish my homework

XOXO