I can't believe another year has gone by and soon enough I will be 28. I don't really mind being older, at least I didn't till I went to the hospital today to visit Nonna. She looked so sick and tired. They ripped the skin off her arm at the hospital and it is beyond painful looking. Her whole arm is purple.
To make it even worse, the woman next to her, who is supposed to be transferred to hospice, is really at the end. Not something to inspire you to recover. She has some sort of lung and body cancer and when I first visited the room I thought there was a coffee percolator over boiling. It turned out it was her breathing and then they had to come suction her lungs. I seriously thought I was going to throw up and
(e:mike) was like, "come on let's get out of here." Even the woman's family left the room. Luckily for Nonna she was drugged up on pain medication and simply feel back to sleep. If I were her I would just go with the strong doses till she can get out of there.
I remember Ii used to have a lot to day about a lot of things. I hope once the semester restarts I can start thinking outside the "box" literally. I am actually getting sick of being a robot but only a little bit. I guess I would jut prefer if I could separate my mind and body. The body wants to run and play, the mind wants to sit and figure out puzzles. Unfortunately, it is hard to do both at once.