September 14, 2014
Tomorrow is my moms birthday. I know she will be working all day tomorrow and probably won't get home until 8:30pm that night because she has to take time off work to take me down to San Francisco to meet with my medical team at the end of the week. She deserves better than that. I'm under house arrest ever since my trip to the ER this weekend from an allergic reaction to the god damn air so I can't even get her a real birthday gift. She deserves so much better than that. It's now 11pm and I am wide awake. I feel like I could write a novel and then some, however I am going to try to go to sleep because my mom gets worried when I'm tired. I mean she's always worried, but especially when I don't get a good nights sleep. Little does she know, I haven't gotten a good nights sleep since I was diagnosed. I'm not tired physically, I'm tired of seeing her tired. This is too much for her. I wish I could just be my own mother and she could just go do fun teenage things that she was robbed of when I was born (getting pregnant at 17 was definitely not part of her 4 year plan for high school.) Before she comes and checks on me again, I'm gonna sign off for tonight. Talk to you tomorrow. Whoever you are.