Life

I don't know if I'm being over dramatic or reacting normally to this situation, I just want it to be over. I've let it ruin my life long enough.

Yes this counts as my entry for today, I'm testy and lazy and in no mood for something substantial.

A new story, I promise I'll actuallymaybe finish this one too!

I never imagine I would be in the hospital for so long. When I collapsed mid shift at my auto shop if I thought I was just exhaustion I never imagined that six months later, the doctors still wouldn't know what was wrong with me, I'd still be forced to spend every day in a hospital bed just waiting for the latest specialist they brought in to get done poking and prodding and doing the same tests that countless others have done prior and countless others would do in the future.

I was beginning to doubt there is anything really wrong with me at all, yes I had lost the power speech and had quickly transformed from a husky 270 pounds to just 135, but I had always been meaning to take that weighed off anyway and I never been much of a talker so I barely noticed that part. I just wanted out of the hospital.

I didn't have very good Health Insurance so despite my long stay I was forced to share a room, this is both a very good thing and a bad thing, it gave me someone to 'talk' to during the downtime between all the various tests I was forced to do, but at the same time he had gotten tired of seeing people come and go.

My first roommate was named Gertrude Williams she was a woman in her late seventies. She was in the hospital for a broken hip and because her family couldn't be bothered to take care of her she had to stay a lot longer than the regular week that most patients with the same condition stayed. Despite being so different we got along well. She had stayed for about 3 months participating in her physical therapy every day. Until one day I woke up and she wasn't there. I was more upset than worried, we have become very good friends during her time bonding over silly things like our pets, we both had an affinity for Dalmatians, and over more serious things. After a new roommate moved in I got very worried, I kept asking the nurses, I had a large dry erase board perched on my night stand at all times, but nobody seemed to want to give me an answer. Even now I have no clue what happened to her.

My next roommate was a man in his mid forties who had no interest in talking to me, so for about a week I was mainly silent, I sat in my chair and watch TV all day. I never picked up what was wrong with the man but eventually he left. The rest of his roommates it was a mixed bag, there is a month where no one stayed longer than three days, many got better, but there are some who didn't, it made me feel pretty bleak about my own prospects.

My current roommate is a little boy with brain cancer named Shaun, I think he's about eight years old. Despite the age gap we get along pretty good, he's been here about a month and he has her entire family in the areas so they visited often. It's nice having all the company because my family can't visit often, it's far too much travel to make the trip more than once a month. I understood they had to work, but it still hurt seeing all the support and love that Shaun received, and receiving little of that myself. Shaun was a great kid, and he was really into cars, so we spent most of our days talking about all the cars that we wanted and all the customization we would do if we have the money, and in his case the driver's license.

It was just another day at the hospital, I was waiting for Dr. Johansson, a brain specialist from Sweden, to arrive to do some tests, when in walked the prettiest nurse I had seen, and I had been there for six months and had met every nurse in the hospital but not this one. She had bright auburn hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. I cursed my condition as I picked up my dry erase board, I’m sure it was really hard to pick up chicks, especially beautiful ones, when you couldn't even properly talk to them. "Hi." I wrote. "Oh, hello there Mr. Connor, my name is Erica and I’ve been assigned to your case.” For the shit that was going wrong in my life, at least I got a pretty nurse.

Never promise anything after 3 red bulls!

So at some point, midst caffeine high I promised to update this every day. This is a promise I intend on keeping. Keep your eyes pealed, if I don't write a day there should be some kind of punishment extra writing or something... any ideas?

Multi-part story - Untitled

Amy Tidwell sat in the airport terminal waiting for her flight to arrive. She was dressed modestly. There would have been nothing particularly noticeable about her had it not been for her hair, or her lack-there-of. She peered over her magazine as the people filled in the seats, she was reading a gossip magazine, just something to pass the time while she waited for the flight to Denver. She marveled at the trivial things some people found fascinating. Celebrities shop, why should the general public care? She scowled, folding up the magazine right when her row was called. She gathered her things and joined the queue.

She quickly turned to look back as a man cleared his throat. "Ma'am? do you need any help with your bags?" She answered quickly and curtly, "I'm perfectly capable actually. But thanks anyway." Her temper was short today but she still felt a bit bad when she saw the man's face. He looked a bit embarrassed, she hadn't bothered to keep her voice down and half the terminal had taken notice. She turned back around to see that he was looking to the floor shuffling his feet.

She grabbed her luggage and feebly shuffled to the front of the line, which had moved a considerable distance while she had been shouting. After the woman at the machine scanned her ticket she made her way through the plane to her seat. 17D, the window seat, 'wonderful' she thought looking at the tiny seat. She placed her bags in the overhead compartment and sat down. Just as she buckled the seat belt she watched the man she shouted at walking towards her, he made eye contact, but quickly looked away.

It wasn't until he stopped right in front her that she even entertained the idea he might be her seat mate. He looked extremely uncomfortable as he awkwardly tried to fit his bag into the overhead compartment. He eventually had to put it in the compartment adjacent to the assigned one. He sat down gingerly.

'This is going to be a long flight...'(to be continued)

Two stories

They had nothing to say to each other. After 16 years and countless memories Joan and Mark could only stand on the small patch of grass that separated their houses awkwardly shuffling their feet. The two looked oddly out of place in the suburbia that surrounded them, at least Joan did. She wore all black, with complimenting eye make-up. Mark looked at home here in his Hollister T-shirt and khaki shorts. This was their goodbye. Mark would be leaving their quiet suburbia for California and Joan was destined for art school in New York. They had always been very different, but had somehow managed to stay friends despite their massive social divide that began in middle school, and became all the more apparent in high school. But now they were destined for opposite ends of the country, they weren’t sure their friendship could survive, neither would voice their concern, but they both knew it. They hugged and went their separate ways, they knew it was goodbye.

The hallway was silent, but Rachel’s heart wasn’t. It pounded in her chest as she made her way to front door. Every step she took she planned carefully. She had snuck out enough times to know which steps creaked where and she knew just how to open the door to get it to make barely a squeak, it wasn’t the steps or the door she worried about, it was her damn heart. The heart that compelled her to sneak out, she feared would be the thing that would betray her. She could hear it beating in her chest, it sounded louder than a freight train as she carefully opened the door. She made her way outside and looked up at the stars knowing he was probably looking at them too, waiting for her. She started down her rural road, not looking back, she would never look back.