Who do I pray to, to straighten out this problem?
Dearest Nobility,
Somebody shoot me.
Now Matt's sister is having surgery. Why are people getting sick and hurt left and right? She seems to be alright, I called her last night, and she was in high spirits about the whole thing. I'm gonna go visit her Saturday. Luckily she isn't in the hospital, she got to go home. Poor thing. She broke two bones in her leg playing soccer on Sunday.
I just got off the phone with Mrs. Carey. Ryan's worse. A lot worse. Some one take my place for me. I can't do this anymore, it's too hard. I feel like crying all the time. They're saying they still don't know what it is, but it's getting worse. And he can't go home until he's better. Which means he's probably going to be there for quite a bit longer. Through the weekend at least. It's terrible. He doesn't even have the strength to hold the phone.
I'm going back tonight to sit with him. She says he perks up when someone comes to visit, so that's good.
I feel horrible. All I can do is sit there and smile and be happy while he's starving and shaking and in pain.
I'm really scared for him. He should be getting better. They're pumping him full of antibiotics...he should at least be stabalized (I know, it's spelled wrong, back off). But he's getting worse. And they give him pain meds, but they wear off really quickly, and then he can't have more for another hour or so, so he sits there, his stomach spasming with pain, and they come in and push on his stomach and say "does that hurt?" OBVIOUSLY IT DOES!!
God, I'm sorry you guys. I'm sure none of you actually care to read any of this. And I'm sorry if I've offended anyone, or blown anyone off the past couple days. I'm just....stressed. Midterms. Two jobs. Hospital. Mom. It's a lot to handle, and I don't do well with stress.
Sorry.
Somebody shoot me.
Now Matt's sister is having surgery. Why are people getting sick and hurt left and right? She seems to be alright, I called her last night, and she was in high spirits about the whole thing. I'm gonna go visit her Saturday. Luckily she isn't in the hospital, she got to go home. Poor thing. She broke two bones in her leg playing soccer on Sunday.
I just got off the phone with Mrs. Carey. Ryan's worse. A lot worse. Some one take my place for me. I can't do this anymore, it's too hard. I feel like crying all the time. They're saying they still don't know what it is, but it's getting worse. And he can't go home until he's better. Which means he's probably going to be there for quite a bit longer. Through the weekend at least. It's terrible. He doesn't even have the strength to hold the phone.
I'm going back tonight to sit with him. She says he perks up when someone comes to visit, so that's good.
I feel horrible. All I can do is sit there and smile and be happy while he's starving and shaking and in pain.
I'm really scared for him. He should be getting better. They're pumping him full of antibiotics...he should at least be stabalized (I know, it's spelled wrong, back off). But he's getting worse. And they give him pain meds, but they wear off really quickly, and then he can't have more for another hour or so, so he sits there, his stomach spasming with pain, and they come in and push on his stomach and say "does that hurt?" OBVIOUSLY IT DOES!!
God, I'm sorry you guys. I'm sure none of you actually care to read any of this. And I'm sorry if I've offended anyone, or blown anyone off the past couple days. I'm just....stressed. Midterms. Two jobs. Hospital. Mom. It's a lot to handle, and I don't do well with stress.
Sorry.