It's not so bad. Looking out at the blue sky. Outdoor lounge, feeling crappy but it could be worse. I have a book to read. They take my blood and xray my chest.
Thinking I'll survive. Glad I'm at this one.
It's not so bad I tell myself. It's not so bad.
I'm just so tired.
I miss having the energy to play with my kiddo!
Art. It'll
Huh. Well.
Whatever.
Just spend more hours writing.