Come in Here. Look at Me.

I was in the hospital this morning. I was observing/helping to assist speech paths as much as possible. It was really neat, and it is slowly rebuilding my want to help adults in these situations. I don’t get that feeling with kids. I feel bad for them, but with adults, I get something else. It’s a REAL feeling. It’s a needy feeling that has to be let out. I have all of this empathy, and I think of my dad. I want to be able to help people like he was helped. He got the best of the best, and that’s what everyone needs, not just kids. It’s good knowing that once we grow up, we aren’t completely neglected. I wish that I could go forward six hours in time. I would be almost done with work. Scratch that. Seven hours forward in time would mean I am almost in Chicago and having the thing I have been looking forward to all day. I’ve been crampy all week. It really sucks. At least I can go to the bathroom at the drop of a hat. Is that something to be happy about?