so i got food poisoning. a bad clam. a bad effin night. gross things happened. the er. dumb drugs. iv's. tachycardia. its not a new drill for me. lay on a stretcher. look around. try to figure out what room it was that i laid in that night not ready for the dying or the living that came after. try to recognize a nurses face. hope that its not that same bad doctor. yeah i don't like cape cod hospital. yeah i don't have the best memories of the place. but i can go now without that quake inside. it's getting better.
today, my belly still hurts. i am swimming. i am alone. nothing inside me but gatorade. and i am bummed out.
i will always find the bad clam. i will always take the best fall. i will always land on my feet.
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