MY FML
So, it's about ... 12:20AM, and I feel like shit. So, I'mma post a blog venting about all of the shit I've been through in the past week in order to get rid of some of the anxiety. So basically, long story short, my 2 year old sister gets sick. One night, her fever shoots up to over 100 degrees F, and she starts sshaking and jumping uncontrollably. So, freaking out, we call 911. Ambulance comes, blah-blah-blah, give her Tylenol to break the fever, blah-blah-blah. This was around 4AM, so I vaguely remember what the fuck was coming out of their mouths. So, we decide we'd bring my sister to the doctor later on seeing as we were told whatever the fuck was going on with her was not life-threatening. MY ASS. We end up going to 2 hospitals, one of them being the Hospital for Sick Children and the other being what I like to call The Death-Hole - due to a major lack of staff causing people to die for stupid reasons. Anyways, we find out my sister has a urinary tract infection, and the shaking/jumping spell she had was, in fact, a seizure when we were told it wasn't, and if my sister doesn't take the medicine she was given she'll have to be admitted back to the hospital and be kept on IV for 10 days. It doesn't help she refuses to take her medicine.
FML.
FML.