As I sit here and lament about my leg and being in this place I swore I’d never come back to. I see a family with a 3 week old baby sitting with the rest of us in the emergency room.
I’m not lamenting shit. It always could be worse and being a parent worse is not you but your child. That shit hurts you more than any injury you could suffer yourself.
I’m going to chill and eat this shitty food, go home with my family and be grateful I’m not in somewhere holding Preston theee weeks after he was born.
Sometimes the good and the truth are the same thing.