Writer's Block: Music of my heart

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Open Arms by Journey.  It was playing on the car radio on the way home the night we broke up.  (I was only fourteen, but it was the first time my heart had been ripped out.).  Stupid parents moving him to Texas.

Writer's Block: Music of my heart

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Open Arms by Journey.  It was playing on the car radio on the way home the night we broke up.  (I was only fourteen, but it was the first time my heart had been ripped out.).  Stupid parents moving him to Texas.

Back from Virginia Mason

My mother tired to kill us no less than three times on the drive home from Seattle.  That Everett corridor is NASTY during rush hour.  One time we seriously only stopped within six feet of the car ahead of us and I'm pretty sure she wore off an entire year's worth of tire tread.  The drive down was uneventful.  I still have not been given the okay to drive.  Apparently almost fainting twice during one of the radiology procedures was a big no no.  Actually, they made me use a wheelchair when I was in the hospital.  We got there a bit early so went to eat in the cafeteria (I managed 1/3 of a turkey and havarti with mustard on whole wheat sandwich and a drink) and as we were coming out, I guess I lost all the color in my face and was hugging the wall, because a nurse saw me and told me not to move and she was getting me a wheelchair right then.  *sighs*  I guess I'm not up for a marathon yet, but I had no idea I was that bad.  It is a long way between the cafeteria and registration, but still.

( A Little TMI )

Back from Virginia Mason

My mother tired to kill us no less than three times on the drive home from Seattle.  That Everett corridor is NASTY during rush hour.  One time we seriously only stopped within six feet of the car ahead of us and I'm pretty sure she wore off an entire year's worth of tire tread.  The drive down was uneventful.  I still have not been given the okay to drive.  Apparently almost fainting twice during one of the radiology procedures was a big no no.  Actually, they made me use a wheelchair when I was in the hospital.  We got there a bit early so went to eat in the cafeteria (I managed 1/3 of a turkey and havarti with mustard on whole wheat sandwich and a drink) and as we were coming out, I guess I lost all the color in my face and was hugging the wall, because a nurse saw me and told me not to move and she was getting me a wheelchair right then.  *sighs*  I guess I'm not up for a marathon yet, but I had no idea I was that bad.  It is a long way between the cafeteria and registration, but still.

( A Little TMI )