A hole where?
My aunt Cherie is in the hospital. She has perforated colon. Of all the things to have, or the illnesses, I think that is one of the worst. She's in ICU. They are giving her body two days to figure out if its going to heal or not. If it doesn't they are going to remove part of her colon and she's going to be on a bag.
My heart hurts for her. I am praying (in my own way) for her.
My head is so full. Full of thoughts and stresses and wants and new music. Music that makes me think. I think all of my entries are about thinking though. I need to find a new subject to write about. But then again, they say, "write what you know." I know my head is an endless cavern of boxes and boxes of thoughts. I just get lost sometimes.
My heart hurts for her. I am praying (in my own way) for her.
My head is so full. Full of thoughts and stresses and wants and new music. Music that makes me think. I think all of my entries are about thinking though. I need to find a new subject to write about. But then again, they say, "write what you know." I know my head is an endless cavern of boxes and boxes of thoughts. I just get lost sometimes.