It’s like being at sea and seeing a hurricane approaching. Same feeling in the pit of your stomach, the awe at the power of the beast called nature.
It sucks when every week becomes another storm to weather. I can’t remember the last time where I wasn’t terrified.
I just want want some relief. How have I sinned to deserve this shit being thrown at me?
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Thank goodness for nerve blockers and opiates…oh, and SP too. That usually gets me through the week, unless of course it’s a particularly crap week, in which case…I completely agree with your post.
It’s a tough week and she’s only going to get tougher – lock that bolt, rest that stock and get ready to rock!!!
SP?
First major day barely survived but yes I’m here. I’m so scared of who I’m starting to become
See-ear-rah Pah-parr… Suicide Project.
You’re here. You are still here. And will continue to be here until neither here nor there exists which, according to my calculations, will be for a long time yet. We all turn into someone or…something that we don’t like. Just remember – you do get to come back; only if you’ll let yourself do so.
Peace to you, fellow Kiwi.