Hi. I wrote this last year while I was in the hospital. I was in a bike accident. (A car ran a red light and hit me.) I was super depressed. I just found this diary, so I decided to post it. Tell me what you think.
You lie there, in the hospital bed, and listen to the doctor asking what medicines are you taking? And you think that he ought to be able to remember the six pills from this morning. And he is standing over you with his clipboard and smiling to show you how superior he is to you, and you know he is right, because he is standing up and you’re not. And you wonder why it’s taking so long to fix you, and since you’re cranky from all the medication you ask the doctor this. And the doctor just smiles and pats your hand and tells you how lucky you are to be alive. You wish your body would just hurry up and die, even if you’re going to hell, because hell can’t possibly be this aggravating.
 phillygirl4 · Mon Mar 08, 2010 @ 01:50am · 0 Comments |
