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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Today is: 2003-01-20 - @ 4:56 p.m.
I don't know how long I slept in the emergency waiting room. Probably not at all. all time - is relative
My mom hasn't stopped vomiting for about 13 hours now.
Accompanied with a massive migraine.
I've been up since 2:30 in the A.M.
We don't know whats wrong.
And we're about to readmit her.
The morphine shouldn't have reacted like this.
Quote for the Entry: "blahblahblahEXTREMEVOMITINGblahblahblahblahABNORMALREACTIONblahblahblahblahCATSCANblahblahblahMRIblahblahblahTUBEINTHESTOMACHblahblahblahNOTMANYOPTIONSblahblahblah." -Doctor guy
I'm only 15.
all time - is relative