I feel really angry and frustrated, so this will be brief.
Logan is still at the hospital, and I have no idea when we'll be able to bring him home. His temperature hit 102 this evening, so it's likely than we can kiss Monday good-bye.
I hate that I can't have my whole family with me.
I hate that my son could die.
I hate that I'm a member of this incredibly shitty club comprised of people who are being completely and utterly screwed.
I hate that I have to bite my tongue 100 times a day whenever someone says something stupid.
I hate that every time we get a mustard seed of good news, it's almost immediately followed by bad news.
I hate that I'm dealing with yet another challenge in my life. I've already dealt with a lot. I DON'T NEED another trip though the ringer.
I hate that we're spending $1,000 a month on PARKING and GAS. WTF? JUST parking and gas is eating up a huge chunk of our income and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
I hate that there are approximately 400 people here on my friends list who haven't bothered to contact me AT ALL over the course of the past 8 weeks. You know, the WORST EIGHT WEEKS OF MY LIFE. I don't care if you don't know what to say. IT MAKES IT WORSE WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR FRIENDS DON'T CARE even enough to click a freakin' Like button.
I hate that I'm sitting here 'waiting on God' when it's beginning to feel like He doesn't care about any of this. I WANT to give HIM the finger the same way it feels like He's giving it to me.
I hate being the one going through hell that everyone else can look at and say 'that's awful; I'm praying but I'm so glad it's not me'.