When I got home from the hospital my mom and I didn't get along very well, but she was probably the person that was there for me the most so I still thank her for that today. But I know it was a lot of stress on her. In a way I kind of felt by just sitting around the house I was a reminder of all the money that she had to spend and all the work she had to do. My friends did give me a lot of support at the time and they thought the staples in my leg looked kind of neat, too. They would just come over. We would play cards or just talk. My friends helped me through it a lot.