Birthday

I turned 22 last April. I was already a few days into my hospitalization after being denied proper treatment at one hospital and then waiting in an ER waiting lobby in a wheelchair, in the cold while groveling in pain from 9 PM to 6 AM. The nurses at the hospital I got transferred to after my admission were lovely (except for one, it’s a really weird feeling knowing a nurse is kind of judging or suspecting you but still feigning kindness). I recorded a TikTok dance with one which she failed spectacularly at (she tried her best), I got to hear about why some of them became nurses, how they felt about Donald Trump, their love lives, and even got a bunch of oldhead advice from one like every time he was assigned to me lol. Anyway, yeah. My birthday was actually really fun. Eve came with a cake and some other cute things like a card. Then my cousin ordered a strawberry cake slice to my hospital room! Then my really good friend Kevin came and I had some good laughs with him :).

Usually on my birthday I get really sad and emo, but the people close to me didn’t let that happen. And for that, thank you! I love you!

Lake

The recovery after 14 days of being in the hospital is dreadful. But it’s okay! Like yes I’m probably gonna fail my classes this semester because of my health. But it’s okay :c, it’s not the end of the world. Everything will be okay! I’m going to figure it out. I have to figure it out. I don’t want to keep repeating this cycle, I want to be healthy and okay. I want to live a life without this hardship and without this pain. I want to live a life where I’m not a victim to the whims of my own body. And I will! No matter what! I have to. For the people I love. For the people that love me. For my friends, family, for the ones I cherish. For myself!