St. Patrick's Day
I'll start with a happy picture because nothing I have to say is happy...
As you may know, my little brother (2 years-old) is in the hospital, again with something NO doctor can diagnose.
He was admitted to Memorial Miramar Tuesday night and then ambulenced to Miami Children's.
I've gone to visit him every day with Robert.
He hasn't gotten better.
The doctors decided to give him every single drug in large doses (including steroids) hoping that something will work.
His oxygen level is at 85 when normal oxygen level is in the 100s and 95 is the minimum for the organs to receive the right amount of oxygen to survive.
Robert and I brought him his favorite movie (Cars) and a portable DVD player for him to watch it on.
He laughed for the first time in days.
He's too weak to walk and he's barely concious sometimes.
It's real hard not to cry.
I have to hold back for my parents, they're so strong.
My mom went home today (Saturday) for the first time since Tuesday night for about an hour to shower and get some clothes.
I stayed home today to do motherly things like clean and do laundry.
Groceries haven't been done in weeks.
I had oatmeal, a oreo milkshake (Robert brought me from work), and green pancakes at the positive idea of my friend (see image).
They tasted like shit.
On the bright side I got accepted to FIU, & UM.
I also got a phone call this morning informing me I won a $10,000.00 scholarship.
I went to Nordstrom to try on dresses and fell in love with one.
They didn't have my size so I had them ship it to the store.
I told my mom the price after at the hospital.
She said we couldn't afford it.
My mom said that after prom I could get "completely wasted in a hotel room".
I guess that's pathetically positive.
I don't even care any more.
Life sucks.
I just want my brother back here at home laughing and running around.