ER.

I AM stong. I AM strong. I AM strong. 

On days like today I have to remind myself, because it doesn’t come naturally.  He fell again, and I’m sure I was doing 90 the whole way to Annapolis, and the tears welling up in my eyes made the windshield quite blurry.  I hate the ER. It shouldn’t be called emergency room, it should be called the….’Hurry Up and Wait Forever Room’.  Waiting and starving, luckily Amanda smuggled in some contraband: pizza. Let me just tell you, pizza in a ER waiting room…is like gold…you can sell that stuff for $25 a slice!! After an hour or so, some nice lady snuck me into the back where dad had been laying…for well, a really long time.  Good news is that nothing is broken and we took him home with a few bumps on his head and sore ribs.  And after I got home from a long and emotional day, my roommate looked at me with tears in her eyes and said ‘hang in there girl.’  I’m trying. I really am.