Getting side tracked

[sammyphoenix]

So I was off work yesterday with a migraine and stomach pains. I slept most of the day hoping that sleep and pain meds would make the pain go away. Thankfully, it did for the most part. I managed to get up and make food. B convinced me to take a walk since usually getting out helps me feel better. I somehow managed the long walk to the library, found a couple books, and made it back. I then spent the rest of the day reading.

I had trouble sleeping, probably from the amount of sleep I had the day before and throughout the weekend. So, I thought about a Transforemrs fiction I would like to write, it's been in my head for a while. That helped me get to sleep, but about 4AM I was awake and thinking again. It's a Thundercracker/Ultra Magnus after war idea. While I was letting the story float through my brain it lead to Ultra Magnus getting really sick and ending up in the med bay. It triggered something from my own story of life when I first started dating B.

I got sick. Really sick. I was asleep for a few days, waking up only to eat and go to the bathroom, and complain of being too cold, freezing needing lots of blankets, or being to hot covered in sweat. During on of the nights I had a fever of 104˚F. That's when B drew the line and took me to the ER, I don't like doctors so I had refused to go. I wasn't in the right mind then to fight it.

I don't remember too much of the ER trip. I know I stayed there for a few hours getting fluids from an IV and I remember seeing B's parents outside my room. I had strep throat. They gave me meds and I stayed at B's home until my mom came to take me home. That's the part that makes me mad/upset/sad.

I don't remember exactly, but it was sometime during the weekend when I went to the ER, Sunday, I think, because it's the only day I can make make sense. B had called my mom when I went to the ER letting her know what was going on. Did she come right down because her only child was in the ER, really sick. No. She didn't make the 2 hour drive to get me until Wednesday, her day off. I wasn't important enough for her to take time off work to get. She was very okay with B taking care of me before she could get there.

Yet, when we decided to get engaged and plan our life together, oh, no. He was a complete stranger, I hadn't known him long enough, and wasn't it creepy how clingy he had been when I had been sick with strep.

Ugh. I haven't thought about that incident in so long. She never seemed to care to much except when I was doing things that made me happy, and took me away from her. I always hate thinking it, but I'm so glad I don't have contact with her anymore. She was a huge stress to me. Even, now she gets to me and it just makes me sad and angry.