Pins And Needles
July 31st, 1980
The beeping sounds of the monitors I'm hooked up to are starting to drive me mental. Frank is trying to keep me calm; to get my mind off of our baby who was currently in an incubator in ICU.
The nurses are trying to calm me as well. What the hell? My baby is sick; he may die! How the fucking hell am I supposed to keep calm?
I tell them that and they tell me to think positive thoughts. Bloody idiots.
It seems like they're all treading on pins and needles around me, trying not to do anything to make me angry or upset.
Which of course makes me upset anyway.
Written For the 1-26 Challenge