“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
Friday, February 27, 2004
OK, so I lied
This week has turned out to be a hell in a hand-basket. First off this past saturday, A dear friend of mine was in a major vehicle accident. She's had to have major multiple surgeries on her right arm and thier not expecting for her tobeable to ever fully use it again.
2ndly, NightRider's treatments have not went as well as expected. Yesterday she started coughing up blood and having tremers equivelent to a grand-mal seizure.
Well, NightRider is going to have to move in with me and Hephaestus. And we are more than fine with that, we dont want her living alone anyways. So now we're making plans for that and gettin that all straight.
We'll see how everything goes.
Tired and Tried
Jen
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