you know the sleeping feel no more pain & the living all are scarred.
I don’t want surgery in the morning either… as long as nothing changes I won’t. one good thing, I finally get to eat. sweet wil is scurrying around town after midnight collecting books, clothes & food. <3
my nurses & doctor are cool though. they gave me something in an iv that knocked me fucking stupid, diloudid or some shit. they stuck me twice to get the iv started, then came back for another one. :’( now the iv in my hand is fucked up. I wanna go home!