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So as the days go on, I seem to freak out more and more about Ezra's upcoming apt on Friday. I asked my mom to go with me. She is. I have to get up at 6:30 that morning and get Charity ready for school and on the bus at 7:00, and then we have to immediately leave to go get mom (she won't drive to Knoxville) and then be back in Knoxville for the apt at 8:30.
God I feel like with Ezra's breathing problems that he has already fucked with enough doctors, and now we are adding a heart doctor to the list. This is my boy. He is so active and healthy and happy. I swear this shit is going to drive me fucking nuts. I am going to snap. |
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