Get well tulips.
Reblogged from trixietreats
When life changes…
Pissed.
Sometimes I’m afraid that this disease is going to kill me. I’m 25, and a new mom. What the fuck happened? The same hospital I work for almost killed me once, and with little to no follow ups, despite my recurring symptoms, I’m starting to get fucking pissed. Kaiser doesn’t give a damn about their patients. They killed my grandmother, misdiagnosing her bone cancer for arthritis for over two years, misdiagnosed and tortured my mom who, as we now know, has MS…the list goes on. I work for these hacks, and all they care about are financial gains and “Thrive” ads. Fuck me.
As the sun sets.
Hi tumblr. Sometimes I look at my little son sleeping, feel the raging and painful disease I still endure, look at my life…, and wonder if he really needs me. Or if anyone does at all for that matter. I wish I could be funny, or make a joke about it. But i cant anymore. I’m nothing but a thin shell of my former self. And frankly, I love my son so much that I DID nearly die for him. But now, I want to know…when will I be healed? When will I feel happy again? When will everything tie together? I’m waiting to heal to pursue my career goals…and I’m waiting for my marriage to be fun and happy. I’m so scared that neither will happen. And meanwhile, I just sit. Looking at my beautiful son sleep.
Some hell is necessary if one gains a piece of heaven.
Looking out the window. Been inside since September….damn this disease. There have been a few exceptions, but thankfully my baby is healthy.
I wanna see your peacock…
LOVE my blue hair!
Reblogged from blueruins
Reblogged from nineteenforties
I don’t get kissed as often as I should…
How this all got started…
