As I'm waiting in line to get my meds my sister messages me - My niece Khloe is being rushed to the hospital. She's convulsing and barely breathing. I lose my shit in the drugstore parking lot, I call my mom sobbing and tell her to find out what is going on. I don't ask. I demand. I breath and keep from having a full on anxiety attack and drive home.
I know why my stomach was so vicious and angry this morning. I wait for a phone call. I call my brother. I wait.
Right now, this beautiful 15 month old is in the icu.
She's hooked up to an assortment of gadgets. She's unable to focus on the lights the doctors shine on her and breathing shallow. She's still twitching and they have no answers but they aren't liking what they see.
They're preparing to transfer her to another hospital to see a neurologist. I am about to get in the car with my brother to drive the 12 hours home to be with them, this is not an option. I need to be there.
I've petitioned Artemis and the Morrigan for Khloe. I beg Hermes, who I've always been close to, to clear the roadways and help me travel swift and safe. Dear Gods, hear your servant and help her now - by blood and flame, by bone and stone. I really, really need you.
Please pray, send juju or whatever you do for her. I will update when I am able.