Tomorrow, or today as it's really early in the morning already, I'm going into the hospital. I've been sick yet again, throwing up, loosing too much weight, dyhdrated. Normally, they would be taking me screaming into the hospital. But not today, I'm dizzy and I know it's time to go.
Yes, they're going to poke and prode but once they get the meds down me I'll start to feel better. Cross your fingers. Plus this time my mom will be there and she can hold my hand. It's just that little power of someone holding your hand that makes it all the more simplier.
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