My Dad was admitted last night to the hospital with a blocked intensine. Of course my mother, not wanting to worry me, tells me at 11 pm, via text. When I go down in the morning to visit, she doesnt know his room number, because she doesnt know which hospital he is at. Why? Beacuse fukn Yale owns both hospitals in New Haven, "oh, he will be where ever we have room." Yeah great that helps. According to her, he will be out tonight. Nope he is going to be in for at least the next 48 hours. So, getting ready to leave work, now. Stressed yes, but nic free.
**note*** 602+1's in. Almost 2 trips around the sun and the shit thrown my direction, still lets the whisper in. Standing tall, keeping my word, and putting 100% of my faith in my brothers. This is what has worked, I will be damned if I will change now.