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so in my last post i mentioned how my mom had just gone to the hospital.
well shes finally home and recovering.
but after a week and a half of visits and constant phonecalls and need-to-knowing coming from the most random people i finally, just yesterday found out how serious this all was.
bascially... were lucky shes still alive.
this really isnt helping my newfound state of mind. but it is helping me appreciate life- while at the same time making life scare the fucking shit out of me.
the one person whose health i ever find myself worrying about is my grandfather. a couple headaches later, and next thing he knows his daughter is in a hospital bed barely able to form full sentences.
i suppose spending vast amounts of cash is the last thing i should be doing right now- but this is all really encouraging me to go ahead and get that tattoo
well shes finally home and recovering.
but after a week and a half of visits and constant phonecalls and need-to-knowing coming from the most random people i finally, just yesterday found out how serious this all was.
bascially... were lucky shes still alive.
this really isnt helping my newfound state of mind. but it is helping me appreciate life- while at the same time making life scare the fucking shit out of me.
the one person whose health i ever find myself worrying about is my grandfather. a couple headaches later, and next thing he knows his daughter is in a hospital bed barely able to form full sentences.
i suppose spending vast amounts of cash is the last thing i should be doing right now- but this is all really encouraging me to go ahead and get that tattoo