Talking to my Bessie BALOT...
On the day my son died, my nails were colored green. I remembered that so clearly because they had to remove my nail polish while I was inside the ambulance to the emergency room to get my Oxygen saturation percentage in my system. It was 86 percent (it's severly abnormal) then on the way to Cedars Sinai supposedly. I never made it to Cedars because I hyperventilated and was going hypovolemic shock. I went to Olympia Medical Center instead because it's the nearest hospital otherwise I won't make it. I lived to tell my story. In exchange of my son's life. Two years after, no one gets me pain. I'm so upset at myself that I'm still hurting. It does not help. And ALG, I just want him to be there. Buwisit. Crying again. Today, amidst the tears, I can't cry and have to give the fakest smile. Today, I paint my nails green. For that little angel in heaven who is the reason why I'm still alive;( And no one gets it;(
posted by pinay freestyle @ 12:23 PM
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