This was my depressing view for the day. I didn't get to see my NJ all day. I couldn't take it anymore. Baba convinced me to let him take me to the ER. I was very reluctant, I like to think that I'm stronger than I am. I thought that maybe I had food poisoning and they'd give me some fluids and send me on my way. Ha! That might be the case for anyone else, but not me. I waited too long and infection was already spread to my blood. My kidneys, blood sugar, and all kinds of numbers had gone haywire. I was admitted and they told me that they'd try to get me out by Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving?! I could care less about Thanksgiving right now, my son's birthday party is tomorrow! I haven't cried like this since I don't know when. The thought of missing my son's birthday was painful. It's not the first time I'd be missing out on something I had my heart set on, this is my life. I'm sick or in the hospital so I can't go. But it being something for my baby, it was that much harder. Well, God must've heard my pathetic, loony cries because by mistake the food for the party was cancelled. So the party's off. I was beginning to wonder what the purpose was for me to miss his birthday, but I guess it was meant to be that I'm there.
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