sunday bloody sunday... part 3

Her mom went out again to smoke, I just stayed in with her, holding her hand. Then we started talking, and I broke down in tears. Seriously, she's in bed looking like sh*t, but she's the one trying to cheer me up and talking about random things and saying that she was ok now and she'd get better so I'd feel better. I'm hopeless really lol She asked me not to leave unless the doctor said so, but then to come back. 2 hours later the doctor came back with the results. It wasnt meningitis. YAY (and thank you, God!). They didnt say what it was either though, cos I guess they didnt know , they just said it was some sort of infection and sent her home with some t3's and a note to miss work. The wonderful world of medicine eh :P

I, of course, get called in to babysit today and tomorrow. Which are usually my days off; but nope, the week I truly need them is the week I cant get em. 11 hours a day, three days a week, sick or not, I'm here. Not a very good pay either. but I'm here. I dont like complaining, cos I dont want it to get taken away from me because I wasnt grateful enough or whatever. Believe me. most of the times I am. But after being super sick with a cold and still having to work (I guess they dont care if the kids will catch it), being worried sick all sunday and not being able to do anything to help brit today or tomorrow (shes pretty much bed ridden and with a hell of a sore back, not being able to move a whole lot), the fact I still have this freaking annoying cold... Im finding it just a bit hard to be in a good mood.

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ps. 8 hours to go....
ps2. congratulations if you made it this far :)
ps3. hee its our anniversary this month