Hello teardrops of my soul. Well, this has been the weirdest stay ever. things are being set in motion as we speak. I am scheduled for the procedure (I don't want to call it a surgery, since that might not be exactly what it is) at 2:00 this afternoon. They are pretty sure it is a bowel obstruction, and that this is a magic cure. meaning I will be eating Thanksgiving dinner. No promises, as usual. but whatever. Roll with the punches, go with the flow, ride the tide, ya know. Oh, and last night-and y'all may think this is pretty odd having thought of this poem during a Seahawks game (by the way they WON!)- but it had been stewing around all day, and I have a sudden urge to post it. I don't know how many of you know that I love writing poetry and stories, and have all my life. But that's besides the point. Any way, if this little ordeal goes over without glitches and the like, I should be eating by this weekend, let alone in time for Thanksgiving. Well, here it is , my masterpiece:

Thoughts
I think of all things I've not seen, And places I've not been.
I get low in the gutter, and feel I cannot win.
And then a nagging thought in mind, one I mustn't ignore,
"I have all these people around me, of whom I just adore."
Most of all my parents, they revolve around my life,
we've somehow stuck together through the worry, pain, and strife.
And all of my most closest friends, I miss them through and through,
but then I come to realize, that they may miss me too.
And of course I can't forget about my great church family,
they have a faith in Jesus, one I can hardly grasp,
It's all these things that tell me, this hell life sure won't last!

Love,
Kayla