Dad you are too cool for words. I love you a wicked lot. I guess that isn't a good term to use with you huh? The wicked there are a lot of them but that shouldn't represent a measure of my love. Ok scratch that. I love you.
Life is really good. I complain a lot, you know that. But it is really good. The major stuff is covered. I am safe, you are talking to me, my family loves me, I have a job, and my friends are the choicest of cheeses. You are truly my provider. Thank you.
There is so much that has been going through my mind recently. I feel really hardened at work even after only three weeks. I wish families would let their loved ones go. Why does there have to be fighting about if their care is to be continued? I know it's a sticky situation cause you don't know if that person will come around or not. I wish the choice was clearer. Pain is probably our biggest issue everyone is in pain physically or emotionally and we can't just medicate everyone. I want to be compassionate towards the patients but how do I maintain that when i am their situations effect my view of them? *how ironic, "Tell it to me" by Old Crow Medicine Show just started playing on my comp. it's all about cocaine.* How did you do it Dad? You were/are Jesus to everyone? What does that look like for me? I will try to listen to you more. I forget that I can rely on you cause I am so used to doing it on my own.
I should go to bed. Goodnight.
Your girl
