Castor wuz here!!; Our tiktok! (which currently has nothing on it rn ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡).
Livi luvs ya!! ♡(>ᴗ•)
idk what im doing lol
but i hope you have a good day ♡!
thats what we're working on rn :3
I think one of the things that really shaped me as a person when i was younger were my visits to the hospital. Particularly when i had this fever, and they rushed me to the childrens hospital in the city 2 hours away. It wasn't really a fever though, i had so much wrong with me. There was something wrong with my liver, my gallblatter, and one other thing that i dont remember. I stayed at the hospital for 9 days, my mom staying with me at night. sometimes my dad, brother, and sister would visit me, and we would play in this room with green walls that had a Wii U in it. The only game i remembered playing was Super Mario Bros U, and how we watched other kids playing it with their families as we waited. When it was just me and my parents they made me walk around the building, the white hallways felt so long with the IV in my wrist. I remember we would go to this part in the center of the building where you could see the sky, and there was a little playground on a patch of grass. I never played on it though, again thanks to the IV. All i ate there was flavorless soup, and them sometimes they would give me a popsicle, i don't think i asked for more, which was something i always did back then. I was probably too embarassed to ask, but i think they would have said no anyways. The main thing i remember though, was when i had this procedure. They gave me a thing to fall asleep and it all blurred. I woke up in a room with a bunch of other kids, on a bed with 2 doctors looking over me. I screamed and cried for my mom but she didnt come, still to this day i don't know what she was doing, all i know was that she wasn't there. The doctors told me that i should stop crying because all the babies didnt cry for their moms, and that i'd wake them up. I was 5. Then finally, after 30 minutes of crying my mom came back, and i got off the bed and ran to her. And when she saw my face all she did was laugh. The rest of my family was around the corner, walking over too, and they just ignored it as i cried harder. That was the last thing i remember before heading home from the hospital. I think i went right back to my kindergarden classes after, no one really asked where i went, not even my friends. After that experience, i have a hard time remembering when anybody comforted me when i cry, or when i do cry now. I try my best to comfort others, but i just dont have the skill. I wish i learned it when I was younger, but as of now i still haven't and no ones comforted me as i cry. Maybe im just too moody, i don't know.
BAAAHHH