I'm having the most tumultuous week.  On Tuesday, Dr. Rak at rehab checked my out and pretty much told me I could definitely go back to school next semester, which I thought was wonderful.  She was very supportive about going back, and I told my father this and he was like, no complaints.  "You can definitely go back to school?  Good."  Then on Wednesday, I had the family meeting with my parents and my therapists and case manager and they stinkingly told me they recommended going to a community college (like COD) before returning to school at U of I.  This totally chunks because I'm totally set on going back next semester, and my parents foolishly proceeded to believe/agree with them, which put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

Apparently my parents are still pondering it, but there are no promises.

I was so fricking excited . . .

I even called Steve to celebrate over the phone, and he was so ecstatic that if my parents eventually decline, I'll be loath to tell him.

Another thing that sucks:

My dad finally confirmed my driving rehab schedule for this week last week, and I thought I was good to go.  But that was for naught too because I took the clinical portion of it yesteday morning and passed with flying colors () and today my dad tells me tomorrow's behind-the-wheel portion is CANCELED.  His reasoning?  "It's not necessary AT THIS TIME."

My mom supports this, saying I should wait till the paperwork from the Brain Injury Association goes through (they cover the costs of driving rehab, which is $500) before I take the test.  So pretty much the only way I can take it tomorrow morning is by scrounging up $500 out of my own pocket by then.  My parents refuse to come out with it, so this officially makes the TheMostUnsupportiveParentsEver.

I will update again once a decision has been made about school and driving.  It could be awhile . . .