GAIA
I've not been able to get any sleep in the past week.
Juan had gotten very very sick and we had to rush him to the hospital. Apparently, it wasn't just allergies but then the doctors don't know what it is so I've just been there, waiting on them while they took his blood, urine, swear and every fluid that was in his body.
I watched my son flinch in pain every time the needle pierced his skin and I could do nothing about it.
“Ma’am, we would like to do a few more tests to determine what exactly is wrong with him.”
That statement made me so mad. I had to drag the doctor out of the office.
“Few more tests? Doctor, you've spent the last week taking blood from every part of his body. I don't think he can take anymore. He's already stretched to his limit. Do you want to break him?”
“Ma’am, I can assure you that's not my intention. I'm just trying to do what's right for him. With the way he's sick, we can't just release him back to you and hope for the best. We need to determine wha
