I’m tired…
H1N1, you know what I mean. It’s out there…in here…around and over there… everywhere…
Will the vaccination help us avoid it or will there be shedding? Will Loved One get it at work from the others who already have it? Will Sweet Child get it from me? Will I get it…at the grocery store… at the Dr. office where I got the vaccination… from Loved One?
I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of having to think about SO MUCH. I’m tired of know that “it only kills people with underlying conditions” underlying conditions like the one Sweet Child has.
I want to run away somewhere warmer and sunny and very very very clean. I’m tired of knowing about germs and calories and not meeting expectations. Expectations that are based on conditions I can’t control.
There’s a lead balloon inflating at the center of me. It’s full of sticky clay. I’m weighed down.
The new shower head will help Sweet Child stay healthy…
It’s solid brass…
It’s okay.
I miss our old shower/life.
A Place for Tears 