i am so tired. i want to crawl into the empty bed and pass out, but i was scolded earlier for putting my cell phone on the edge of the bed. don’t think they’ll take well to me sleeping in it. hospitals are impossible to rest in. there is someone coming in, checking your pulse, drawing blood, administering medicine almost every 30 minutes to an hour. i am usually a light sleeper to begin with, so between the parade of staff walking in and the peripheral noise, i feel like i’m back in college pulling an all-nighter. not that i’m complaining. i’m not the one who had surgery. i just hope i am not a groggy mess later. and i hope i don’t develop other zits the size of alaska like the one that’s currently on my chin.
my mom said, “if you have something good to say, you don’t need to be afraid to say it.” that will be my quote of the month.
Will Dao 