This week has been really rough. I have been experiencing flare ups and I have tried to figure out ways to cope. No matter how much I try to cope my mom always knows when I am hiding something. Once my mom sees that I am hiding something, I get drilled. Like how do moms just know? Do they have superpowers? Are they magicians in disguise? No one will ever know, but all I know is that my mom can literally see through me. No Joke. NOTHING gets by her.
Some mornings when I wake up, I feel mad that I couldn’t have slept a little longer and that my mind was at peace and now it is hurricane Katrina all over again. Does sleep not know the term “don’t disrupt the peace?” I honestly don’t think it cares. When you wake up your awake for the day. I don’t get to take naps because I don’t sleep at night. I can’t wait for the day the doctors say, “Egypt toady is the day you will get IVIG!”. If the doctor was to tell me this, I would most likely do a death drop. Until this day I will sit waiting and continue living my life as normal as possible.