That One Sick Girl

There comes a point when everything that a kid like me goes through becomes too much.  Today I have finally reached that point.  I'm so tired of hospitals and things are really beginning to get to me.  I want nothing more than to go home.  Take it from me the hospital is not a place of healing.  It's a place where kids rot.  It's impossible to get better because of the stress that being away from friends and family causes.  Mentally, it is a dungeon.  It causes a deep depression and more stress than is necessary.  Nobody deserves to feel like they are imprisoned within walls that are thicker than molasses... to be cliche.  And really, no one should have to.  I don't understand why anyone gets sick.  It's really not ideal for your social life and it honestly sucks... a lot.  Not knowing what is happening to your body can really bring a person to their breaking point.  I know that's where I'm at.  Last night was proof enough.  I'm not usually one to admit

The most frustrating thing to hear are the words "I don't know" and unfortunately that's all I've ever heard.  All my life I've dealt with pain.  I have seen countless doctors who have given countless answers when in reality they have no clue why my body attacks itself.  I am at the hands of their mercy and have little to no control over my own life.  If you know me then you know how much I hate this.  I am the type of person who needs some sort of control over everything that I do.  When all I hear is that I'm a mystery it takes everything in me not to break into tears.  I still fail sometimes though.  I go through stages where I can do nothing but cry because I don't understand why this is happening to my body.  I put on a brave front at school or when out in public view but the truth is I struggle a lot.  My emotions are all over the place and I feel almost completely alone in what I am going through.  Part of the reason that I feel alone is becaus

I am becoming more and more frustrated as time goes on.  You would think that being in a hospital would make your pain better but it doesn't really work out that way.  After starting my feeds back up last night I woke up extremely ill.  As if the pain weren't bad enough my doctors had a "schedule" made up for me.  I am no longer allowed to nap nor am I allowed to lay in my bed during the day.  Also, I am required to take a walk at least five times a day and meet with a physical therapist.  This is by far the most aggravating stay yet.  I mean no NO NAPS are you serious?!  I can't even make it through a full day of school without napping how is the hospital any different?  It's not!  I am really starting to doubt the intelligence of these people.  On the bright side I do get to meet several other kids who are dealing with the same types of things that I am.  I am learning so much and am discovering that I am not alone in this.  Even though I can't be at ho

Here's the thing, I've been sick my entire life but up until now I hid behind the small amount of normalcy I had. When I started out this year I couldn't do that anymore and I'm gonna be honest walking into school on the first few days was hell. All of a sudden everyone was asking what's wrong with Tristan. Problem is nobody was asking me. I was a specimen to be looked at under a giant microscope and I could see EVERYONE looking. I felt angry and alone and also very frustrated. I understand that the tube is a scary sight but I don't really enjoy being treated like the lonely betta fish in its own bowl while all the other fishys get to swim in the crowd. And really, two simple words would have made it all better. TWO WORDS. "What happend?" That's all I needed to hear but practically noone would ask me. Trust me, staring out of the corner of your eye is not the answer. I may be a little weaker and I may eat from a tube now but I don't bite... wel