I wonder if I am ever going to have a comfortable day again. This is day three of bad pain and I am ready for it to stop now.
I wonder if Doody knows that I remember her talking about Richie H. , and that I am sad or her and for his family and friends. Such a hard thing.
I wonder if Doody knows that my brother, who universally dislikes drummers, thinks that Richie was a great one?
I wonder if the pain is the thing making it so hard to stay on track with the not smoking thing. I haven't fallen off the wagon yet, but the wagon is getting shorter and shorter. The only thing stopping me, I think, is that I know there is no way smoking is going to help with the pain. LOL
I wonder if I should shut up now and leave hugs for the room.