A little tired
So, I want to write something profound and beautiful, but I’m a little tired. I spent last night, mostly awake, in the e.r. My trache decided to go crazy for no apparent reason, as is its way sometimes. The doctor stabbed the Hell out of my arm trying to draw blood, but didn’t get a drop. It’s kind of unpleasant being a zombie.
I’m breathing fine now, but I’m tired. I want things I won’t get.
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