...depressive state...
well... i talked to lucas last night... i told him that he should tell everyone what's going on and he said he's tried calling people but couldn't get ahold of anyone so i told him that i would tell people what's going on and have them call him if they want to know the full story... well here it is...
this past friday, lucas told me that he went to the doctors last monday... well, here's what's going on... the doctors apparently said that his kidney's are failing and 87% of his blood is intoxicated... he needs a kidney transplant and if he doesn't get it by may, he won't live past that... so pretty much he's not gonna live long unless he gets a transplant...
the thing is... i'm telling myself and i keep telling him that the doctors are wrong... his family is like already planning his funeral and shit... he calls me because apparently i'm the only one he can count on cause i haven't given up on him and i'm apparently good at bringing his spirits up whenever he's depressed... the thing is... what happens if i'm wrong and the doctors are right... i'm soo scared that something is actually going to happen...
i don't know if i can keep being the one to cheer him up cause whenever he talks to me about this, all i want to do is cry but instead i hold back and i put on the face sarcastic act just so i can find some way to make him laugh and cheer him up... i dunno... but this whole thing def. has got me down...
anyway... if you guys wanna know the specifics... you're gonna have to call him either at his house or on the cell since he can't get online... well this is what's goin on... it sucks... life sucks...
this past friday, lucas told me that he went to the doctors last monday... well, here's what's going on... the doctors apparently said that his kidney's are failing and 87% of his blood is intoxicated... he needs a kidney transplant and if he doesn't get it by may, he won't live past that... so pretty much he's not gonna live long unless he gets a transplant...
the thing is... i'm telling myself and i keep telling him that the doctors are wrong... his family is like already planning his funeral and shit... he calls me because apparently i'm the only one he can count on cause i haven't given up on him and i'm apparently good at bringing his spirits up whenever he's depressed... the thing is... what happens if i'm wrong and the doctors are right... i'm soo scared that something is actually going to happen...
i don't know if i can keep being the one to cheer him up cause whenever he talks to me about this, all i want to do is cry but instead i hold back and i put on the face sarcastic act just so i can find some way to make him laugh and cheer him up... i dunno... but this whole thing def. has got me down...
anyway... if you guys wanna know the specifics... you're gonna have to call him either at his house or on the cell since he can't get online... well this is what's goin on... it sucks... life sucks...