Jul 09, 2006 16:41
All the way home, I wished that I felt the air outside, the rain coming down.
I wanted to tell someone who wouldn't ignore it. Stop ignoring it. I can't ignore it. I'd love to be able to do that, but it's just not possible when I'm laying there staring at it. Staring and staring and staring and thinking, Hmm. I could do it.
I can't ignore that. It wouldn't be right if I did, anyway, because if I was supressing it, that would be the opposite of dealing with it.
I wonder if any of the doctors at the hospital would still try to save you if they weren't getting paid for it?