I feel as if I could lay on the couch for about two weeks straight just staring into space. If I had any energy I'd feel like Forrest Gump deciding "for no particular reason" to run across the country and back. I need some empty space, some numbness, to disappear for a while, and maybe I would be sane when I returned.
I should be careful what I ask for -- if the hypotension gets any worse I'll be in a coma.
We're planning to attend church on Sunday, and it has me a little nervous. I don't know what God and I will say to each other.
From "Do What You Have To Do" by Sarah McLachlan.
Fate has lead you through it
You do what you have to do
And I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how to let you go
Every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
But I have the sense to recognize
that I don't know how to let you go
