First off, My brother starts spacing out. Then we realize it's seizures. Then he starts falling down. THEN he can't talk afterwards. THEN he get disoriented. And THEN he starts to get more angry and violent. We take him to a doctor in Montgomery and she gives him something. It doesn't work like we want it to. Take him to Birmingham and they still can't find his problem after two-three days of intensive care. Now he's having trouble waking up and he cannot speak. Add to all of this a personal issue that shall not be discussed but needs mentioning and two missing assignments(caused in part by personal issue), a locked test, and an overdue project that I must complete before locked test can be unlocked and you have a sad, grumpy, go-away-or-give-me-chocolate teenager. So yes, right now I have a reason to say such things as 'I hate my life'.
Well, since I'm with Grammy right now, she wants me to play a hidden picture game with her. I guess, even in the dark, there is a way out. Sometimes God reaches out and you know it's him, and sometimes he works through others. Right now, I do believe he is using Grammy as a way to pull me out of my personal gloom. Thank you Lord God Almighty for my glorious family who loves and cares for each other and thank you for giving us at least two church families who are praying for us.
Later,
Lil BIt
