four hours to go…
i wanna be sedated…
what the hell?
what can you do? but press on…keep moving…onward.
don’t know what i’ll do sunday. the Vet said i could take the final when i was back to my old self. as soon as she said that i wanted to say, “i’ll never be my old self again”. i’ll never quite get over it. things are going well for me, everything is in place. i guess it would be ashamed if i let it all go to waste. but i’ve learned to not hold on too tightly to anything. that’s the way of the world. if it comes, it’s a gift. but there is always loss coupled with the magic.