I spend a lot of time saying "On a scale of one to ten, what is it now?"
Inside, I do a lot of screaming. Not at doctors, just into the void.
Want it?
Friday, April 08, 2005
I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. If not for the constant worrying, worrying, worrying, my life would be quiet, quiet, quiet. Right now, it's all about waiting for the other shoe to drop. Both girls are battling headaches now that won't go away. I spend a lot of time, when I let myself think at all, worrying about what I may be missing: what med, what doctor, what study, what website I didn't see yet has all the answers just waiting for me to get off my ass to find?
I spend a lot of time saying "On a scale of one to ten, what is it now?"
Inside, I do a lot of screaming. Not at doctors, just into the void.
Want it?
I spend a lot of time saying "On a scale of one to ten, what is it now?"
Inside, I do a lot of screaming. Not at doctors, just into the void.
Want it?
