10/26/2023
1:30AM
It's Thursday morning. Kinley (my 9yo) crawls into bed with me and snuggles against my back so I roll over to tuck her in---
Shit.
I can't lay on that part of my head.
- can't prop my head to get comfortable
Work and life start at 4am.
But- I have friends- let me see if someone can pull me into the ER quick to cut this shit out.
Dave is at St.Annes (small ass Hospital- maybe they're dead)-
Clearly- small ass hospital is not what I need. Ruled out quickly and strolled to the closest hospital with most resources- at least they'll be capable---- right?
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