Laura
I’m wired up like I’m a cable box for the television. All the beeping around me is starting to drive me crazy.
It’s been a few days since the accident. My chest is killing me. These nurses are driving me nuts with the questions on how my pain level is. It f*****g hurts, that’s what level I am at. You have your chest cracked open in your heart and play around with it and tell me how much pain you have and what level it is.
But worst of all I am worried sick about my baby. I don’t care that he’s a grown ass man. My Austin was hurt and he’s upstairs in a room in a cast and I can’t even go and see him. And he’s not able to come down to see me and it’s killing me right now.
I will be the first to admit, I am not a good patient. I’m not used to this. I’m the one that takes care of eve
