Some random stuff.
Hannah's birthday is coming up on Saturday. Mom Elise wants me to stay with them for a few days as soon as I'm able to leave, so I guess I'll be there for her birthday. I have yet to get a gift. Last year I got her a gift certificate because I hadn't really met her yet, but this year I wanted it to be different. She's been really great, you know? I want to get her...something. The only problem is that I have no idea what that something is. What does a fifteen year old girl like, anyway? (If you have any ideas, send them my way, yeah? I can't think of anything, and I think I've looked everywhere in Amazon.) (Maybe I'll get her some other type of music than what she has. What I'm listening to is a song she loves right now and all I'm wondering is "My sister listens to this???")
Oh, and I guess on Wednesday I'm going home, depending on some last tests I need. Either that, or Thursday, but by Friday I should be somewhere other than a hospital. Elise is worrying too much, so I'll be staying with them for a few days just to appease her. I can remember how/when to take the medication I need, and I'm starting to be able to use my hand more, so...I should be fine alone, but she still worries. ...I'm still not used to her worrying about me, in case that wasn't obvious.
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Heh, I just realized on the 19th is going to mark a month since...this whole thing started. Since I went out to dinner with Tess and the whole thing happened.
Damian is looking around for anything that might prove that Jack is really alive, but so far there's nothing. As sure as I was about seeing him, a very small part of him is starting to question whether or not I really saw him. Despite everything, though, I know what I saw. I know who was there, and it was Jack. And he was alive, he wasn't fuckin' made-up. I'm willing to bet money that Alena and Jack are somewhere together, probably laughing about the whole thing and how no one's looking for them. Goddamn it, that pisses me off just thinking about the damn thing.
I've been starting to think about what I'm going to do while I recover, but nothing really comes to mind. I'm not going to be able to last with just the restaurant, but I can't go out and train or work with Damian since my ribs are...well, still broken. I have a couple of months before I'm officially cleared, and I'm not going to risk getting hurt worse. Not voluntarily, anyway. I've been in the hospital for, what, two and something weeks? I do not want to be here more than I have to be anymore.
...oh, and Elise and Stephen are suggesting that I see a shrink. I can't remember if I laughed or glared at them first, but the reaction wasn't what they wanted (obviously). They think I've been through a lot, that I should get someone to talk to...
But I'm fine, I don't know why they don't see that. I'm just physically hurting and want a cigarette so damn badly, but... Fuck, I can't do much about that, really. Either one. Or I could, but I'd rather not. For reasons that I'm not willing to really get into, because my hand is hurting again and I'm getting tired.
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Alright, off to sleep now.
Oh, and I guess on Wednesday I'm going home, depending on some last tests I need. Either that, or Thursday, but by Friday I should be somewhere other than a hospital. Elise is worrying too much, so I'll be staying with them for a few days just to appease her. I can remember how/when to take the medication I need, and I'm starting to be able to use my hand more, so...I should be fine alone, but she still worries. ...I'm still not used to her worrying about me, in case that wasn't obvious.
[Locked]
Heh, I just realized on the 19th is going to mark a month since...this whole thing started. Since I went out to dinner with Tess and the whole thing happened.
Damian is looking around for anything that might prove that Jack is really alive, but so far there's nothing. As sure as I was about seeing him, a very small part of him is starting to question whether or not I really saw him. Despite everything, though, I know what I saw. I know who was there, and it was Jack. And he was alive, he wasn't fuckin' made-up. I'm willing to bet money that Alena and Jack are somewhere together, probably laughing about the whole thing and how no one's looking for them. Goddamn it, that pisses me off just thinking about the damn thing.
I've been starting to think about what I'm going to do while I recover, but nothing really comes to mind. I'm not going to be able to last with just the restaurant, but I can't go out and train or work with Damian since my ribs are...well, still broken. I have a couple of months before I'm officially cleared, and I'm not going to risk getting hurt worse. Not voluntarily, anyway. I've been in the hospital for, what, two and something weeks? I do not want to be here more than I have to be anymore.
...oh, and Elise and Stephen are suggesting that I see a shrink. I can't remember if I laughed or glared at them first, but the reaction wasn't what they wanted (obviously). They think I've been through a lot, that I should get someone to talk to...
But I'm fine, I don't know why they don't see that. I'm just physically hurting and want a cigarette so damn badly, but... Fuck, I can't do much about that, really. Either one. Or I could, but I'd rather not. For reasons that I'm not willing to really get into, because my hand is hurting again and I'm getting tired.
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Alright, off to sleep now.