Being In The Hospital Sucks - Especially When You're A Single Mama

I spent my Saturday night this past weekend, all the way into Sunday late morning, in the hospital. What I (and they) thought was my appendix about to burst ended up being an old problem with very aggressive uterine and ovarian cysts gone bad. And I mean really bad. I had ignored the pain for about 6 days but when I couldn't ignore it anymore I called my mom to see if she would come back from PA a day early so that I could go to the ER the next day. The Universe was smiling on me though and she just so happened to be in the city, which she never is, having done something for her mother-in-law that ran very late, so she decided not to go back to PA and just stay in NYC. Thankfully she was able to come right over and I then went to the ER. Alone. I was okay with that, much happier that my baby was at home with his Abuela, safe and sound, than I was upset that I had to do yet another fairly major thing in my life completely alone. I'm a trooper I told myself, and it's true. 7 hours later though, after a CAT scan and lots of worry, I saw a guy taking care of his sick girl, covering her with blankets and rubbing her and loving on her, and out of nowhere the tears started to fall. I was so mad at my self for getting all "woe is me", but the truth was suddenly very apparent - even I need somebody to take of me, sometimes.

I texted my wonderful Sis and told her how I was feeling and she said to stop crying and coveting their situation because he was probably the one who put her in the hospital in the first place! I literally Laughed Out Loud, and then texted back that no, she looked really sick. She texted back, He's probably poisoning her slowly. Well, don't you know, the giggles that ensued cheered me right up. Gotta love our sick sense of humor - but hey, it did the trick!