The Hospital: part 2

Post-op I'm laying in bed just wondering what happens now. Where do I go from here? All those thoughts are wiped out by my family. They were so supportive and made sure that I would have everything to continue my dream of playing college football. I was in the hospital from Saturday the 23rd to Thursday the 28th. I didn't do too much in the hospital except lay in bed, and enjoy the nurses. Luckily I was still 17 so I was admitted to the children's hospital. The nurses in Florida, especially in the children's hospital, are beautiful. I don't think I had a bad looking nurse. But on a more serious subject, I felt bad for my mom, she stayed with me the whole time. She would sleep in a little hospital chair. She would go to my brother's apartment to clean up then come right back to the hospital. I don't even know what she ate, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the greatest. While I was in the hospital I talked to the lawyer about suing the guy that hit us. I had to sign papers to get that process going (it is still ongoing). Towards Tuesday or Wednesday I got to walk around a little bit to get my legs back. Thursday they released me.