requiem for a scooteri am grateful that monica had the good helmet on. despite everything else that happened when her little scooter met a much bigger car, her head is too valuable to be messed with.
so i'm not very good at hospitals or with sickness. i'm sure there's a story behind that, but i don't really want to delve too deep into my psyche to advertise it here. visiting with monica in the hospital was super hard the first time; i hated to see her out of it and in so much pain. it's a little better now; she's got a long way to go on the way to recovery, but at least i still see that same roomie-sass in her eyes.
current mood: thinking good thoughts