With love comes anxietyA Poem by TheGrimm_SleeperWho has the answers...Early morning ER trips, I'm scared out of my mind. I think I left my brain at the apartment. He isn't dying just extremely weak. (Thank goodness because I can't drive stick.) My brains on auto-pilot, left my ID at home, deep breathes in and out. One, Two, Three... hold it. One, two three... let it out. We've been admitted, that was fast. My brain still on auto pilot. His family is here now, just keep breathing, be there for him but give him space. My brain keeps saying "you shouldn't be here" So I sit in the waiting room. I wait... I'm still waiting. Eventually allowed back,tests have been done and nothing was found to be wrong. My anxiety spikes and my heart rate speeds up. If the ER doctors can't figure it out who can?
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1 Review Added on April 8, 2017 Last Updated on April 8, 2017 Tags: love, anxiety, ER, Cronically ill AuthorTheGrimm_SleeperOrlando, FLAboutI’m Olivia, I am Twenty-one. I am a Sophomore in college and I am going to school to become an American Sign Language interpreter. I joined this community in hopes to express myself and get fe.. more..Writing
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