My dad was in a motorcycle accident today. He’s going to be okay, but he is in an insane amount of pain. His hip is shattered and his left hand is fucked up. No head injuries, thank God. I haven’t seen him yet. I’m going tomorrow morning. I’m not worried I won’t be able to hold it together because I know I will. Its a feeling that will never go away. The ability to hold it together in a hospital. If I added up all the hours I’ve spent waiting in a hospital it would stretch on and on for months.
Even though my dad is the one who is hurting I can’t help but think of him and all the pain he went through. Pain. What physical pain have I endured?
-banged up knees
-stitches in my elbow
-minor self inflicted burns/cuts
-tattoos? piercings? Does this even count? No.
-Spider bite
Not too much. I’m pretty lucky. It is so hard to look at a loved one who is suffering and not be able to do anything to stop the pain. I’m not looking forward to the smell of suffering in the ICU.
Prayers, positive thoughts needed.
