Eating during a crises

On Friday I spent the day in the hospital with my son. It was important to me to talk to his doctors to understand the extent of his illness. Since doctors work on their own schedule, the only way to catch them is to sit in the patient's room until one comes in to see the patient. Suffice it to say, my son has a serious illness. But he was awake and lucid. He was in a regular room, not the ICU.

It was a grueling day for me with not much food available. I had brought a cup of yogurt with me, which didnt exactly satisfy after 6 hours. But I had no choice but to stay at my post if I was going to talk to the doctor. BTW, Im an RN so I felt it extremely important to talk medical and to listen to his medical explanations of the situation.

When I came home from the hospital late in the afternoon, I was exhausted and drained. Finally the tears came.

The reason we went up to northern California was to go to our family gathering in Sacramento. It was Friday evening and I was in tears. My husband wanted me to fly up to Sacramento on Saturday morning. The whole family wanted me to come. They were depressed that I wasnt going to be there.

As I sat in my room and tried to watch TV. I thought about how miserable I would be on Saturday knowing they would all be up there and I was here with nothing really to do. My son was being cared for and didnt really need me. I decided to pull myself together and get a ticket and go. Once I got past the inertia, I began to feel better.

The decision was made as a result of the decision I made when I broke my ankle then started Jenny Craig. Im going to take care of me. I deserve the best. I deserve to have all the happiness and joy that comes my way. There were going to be 30 family members at the gathering, and I was going to be one of them.