I hate my life. No one can understand.
My birthday is tomorrow. My 16th birthday. I will be in the hospital. Getting a steroid injection in my hip. Happy freakin’ birthday.
I’ve been in the hospital for Easter, thanksgiving, my sisters birthday, my best friends birthday, and now my birthday. Thanks.
Why bother having any kind of life if this is all it’s about? Pain, crying and Hospitals. I didn’t even bother planning a party this year. Good thing I didn’t, Eh.
I try not to think “I hate my life” but it’s getting harder and harder.
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I freakin’ hate lupus. And medicine. And the unfairness in life.
I went to my rheumy last wednesday because my hip has been realllllly sore lately. They did x-ray, blah blah blah. To make a long story short, I am going to be needing my hip replacement sooner than I thought, sooner as in this year. I can still walk, but its to the point where they don’t want me walking very long. It sucks.
They took me off naproxen, and put me on this new medication. Well, it knocked me out everyday, on one pill, and I was supposed to take THREE pills every day. No way. It would probably kill me. lol. They switched it, so I took the first dose today. Seems OK so far, but its usually the second dose that gets to me if its going to cause something.
My rheumy doesn’t want me to be walking on my hip without some support. Normal crutches are out, because my shoulders have the same thing my hip has (Avascular Necrosis) which will just make my shoulders worse, putting my weight on it. So, he wants me to use forearm crutches which are pretty much the same thing, too much weight on my shoulders. Greattt. Now, they want me in a WHEELCHAIR. I don’t want to use a wheelchair, especially at school. I have that stupid scooter, the kind old people use, and I HATE it. People are so disrespectful. That thing can go pretty fast when I want to, and I’ll be going at a normal speed, someone JUMPS IN FRONT OF ME, and almost gets hit, and then they give me a dirty look like its my fault! EXCUSE ME if you JUMP IN FRONT OF A MOVING SCOOTER, THAT WEIGHS A GAJILLION POUNDS. Its not me, I drive it pretty well, I can back up, spin, all kinds of stuff. Its the idiots around me. Or, I will be driving up to look at something, say a shelf at Chapters. Someone will just step in front of me, completely ignoring the fact that I was going to go there. Its so rude, and ignorant. Example: Last year, I went to the Toronto Zoo in the summer. I had to use that stupid scooter, and I was slowly moving toward the window to see in, I was seriously less than TWO FEET from the window, when these people squeeze IN BETWEEN ME AND THE WINDOW, and looks in the window. WHAT THE HELL! THIS IS WHY I HATE THE SCOOTER.
“Kathryn, you are so lucky you have a scooter! If I was you, I would use it ALL THE TIME!” SHUT THE HELL UP. I AM NOT LUCKY. NOT AT ALL. Give me your hips and I’ll give you my scooter. >_>
I hate people. I hate lupus. I hate how life is so unfair.
My birthday is in a few weeks (April 30th), Happy Birthday Kathryn, you get a wheelchair!
beautiful.
My best guy friend asked me to prom. The day after I was told that I needed a kidney transplant.
I came downstairs when the doorbell rang on prom night, and I was greeted by my parents, sister and date all in tears.
“Instead of a corsage, I brought you a kidney,” he said.
Mike, you and your amazingness GMH.
My eldest daughter has been growing her hair long since she was 9, and she is now 15. Tonight, she shaved it all off.
Why? Because her 8 year old sister started chemotherapy the other day, and has lost all of her hair.
Isabel’s love for her little sister Ava GMH.
Yesterday, my mother and I got into a huge argument in the car.It ended with me looking out the window and silently crying.
When we approached a red light, we stopped in front of a bus stop.
A man saw that I was crying and approached the window to ask if I was alright.
This stranger’s concern GMH.
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