Just found this in the X drive archive.
Last entry before I left for the fateful trip to Monmouth Medical Center at the urging of Kara in Feb.
Crestfallen,
mercy light.
I have the will,
but not to fight.
Discouraged, down
Without a clue
I screwed up
In spite of you
Time will tell
Which wounds will heal
All I felt
Is truly real
My rhyme and meter
are off tonight
I tried but just
Don’t feel quite right
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While in a post-surgical semi-conscious dream coma I felt as though someone had done this two me. But it was across the bridge of my nose, not my jaw. I recoiled (need a better word there) from the assault, then struggled to more-or-less full consciousness. When I touched my face, it was unchanged, with the exception of what the cleanup crew did to me when they removed the breathing tube.
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