Well earlier i was sitting in the Er waiting room and just looking at everyone that was there, some had strokes, one guy had an brain anyerisium and just a whole bunch of other ailments in there.
The last few days i was starting to feel sorry for myself wtih all my food restrictions and asked myself why me, Why am i going threw all of this. Even today when my parents were here, my mom was having an milkshake and i was crying cause i cant ever have one again. Well not one with real ice cream.
But now i sit here and think, i have life so much better then all of those people in the Er tonight. It was like a sign telling me how lucky i was for having things i can control with diet
Whenever i start to feel sorry for myself im going to think about this day at the Er and i know how lucky i am. Im not sure exactly were i was going with this, but just wanted to share.
paula
