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2002-03-12 09:54:18 (UTC)

A Knee Brace, A Pepsi, and Two Vicadin later

I needed a cigarette. I needed sleep. I needed to be let
out of the damn cage my leg was forced into daily. I needed
a release from the pain in my knee. So I took two vicadin.

And now Im loopy. I shouldn't be writing at all Its not
what I normally write. My mother wants to come with me to
the doctor on thursday. I don't want her to come. Im no
longer a child. But maybe somewhere in her mind she hears
me still calling her mommy. Im not sure. Thursday they
decided whether or not to cut open my leg and stitch me
back together like a broken doll. Thursday I find out if I
can go back to college, or back to work. I dread thursday.

Tomorrow I go back to the counselor, except tomorrow I meet
the new one. I should be asleep right now but Im not. Im
sitting here in the middle of the night babbling, and maybe
somewhere in the back of my mind crying mommy.




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