My grandmother is planning the great escape from the eighth floor cardiology unit of the Foothills Hospital. My brother is limping around school after spending most of yesterday at the walk-in clinic. Yesterday I went to a "specialist" for my "problems" She couldn't believe that I haven't yet had a ultrasound. This made me mostly furious with my regular doctor.

My father leaves for work at six in the morning and doesn't get home till 6.30 at night. Then he goes to the hospital to visit my grandmother and we're all very tired.

My birthday is tomorrow but everyone's forgotten what day is it, except for brenna who gave me an "Anthems for a 17 year old girl" mixed tape. I love it, even though I haven't listened to it yet.

Hopefully I'll finally buy a new pair of sneakers after school today.