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Warning...what I'm about to write maybe not be nice to read...it's been one of those days. I just need to vent.
So this morning I wake up at 3 AM to find I've had another allergic reaction and my face is freakin huge. I take some Benadryl and go back to sleep. Wake up at 7...it's worse. It's the worst it's ever been. What the hell is going on? Grab the phone, call my mom. She says go to the Dr....he says it looks like I'm having a reaction to something...no shit? I get referred to see my allergist who I just saw two weeks ago. I get perscribed steroids for 5 days, not sure what's that is supposed to accomplish.
In the meantime I call work and tell them I probably shouldn't come in seeing as my face is grotesquely swollen. They're very understanding and have someone cover for me.
Never heard from the allergist...
It gets to around 5 and my face is semi-okay so I go do errands with my mom and brother. While we're out my mom gets a call that my grandpa's back in the hospital. Now he's on dialysis and it's not looking good at all. This makes me realize just how horrible of a person I am. I don't want to go see him. I know that if I do I will just break down and ball my eyes out wich will do neither of us good, and if he does die soon, I dont wan't to have that picture as my memory of him. My mom says it's totally okay and that no one will be upset with me, but I still feel really really bad.
So now I sit here, on a Friday night with absolutely nothing to do. I need so badly to just cry but I'm fighting back the tears with everything I have got in me. If I start I don't know that I will ever stop.
Please God, don't take him. I'm not ready yet...
So this morning I wake up at 3 AM to find I've had another allergic reaction and my face is freakin huge. I take some Benadryl and go back to sleep. Wake up at 7...it's worse. It's the worst it's ever been. What the hell is going on? Grab the phone, call my mom. She says go to the Dr....he says it looks like I'm having a reaction to something...no shit? I get referred to see my allergist who I just saw two weeks ago. I get perscribed steroids for 5 days, not sure what's that is supposed to accomplish.
In the meantime I call work and tell them I probably shouldn't come in seeing as my face is grotesquely swollen. They're very understanding and have someone cover for me.
Never heard from the allergist...
It gets to around 5 and my face is semi-okay so I go do errands with my mom and brother. While we're out my mom gets a call that my grandpa's back in the hospital. Now he's on dialysis and it's not looking good at all. This makes me realize just how horrible of a person I am. I don't want to go see him. I know that if I do I will just break down and ball my eyes out wich will do neither of us good, and if he does die soon, I dont wan't to have that picture as my memory of him. My mom says it's totally okay and that no one will be upset with me, but I still feel really really bad.
So now I sit here, on a Friday night with absolutely nothing to do. I need so badly to just cry but I'm fighting back the tears with everything I have got in me. If I start I don't know that I will ever stop.
Please God, don't take him. I'm not ready yet...