LINK: no spit
Currently listening to: Unwritten Letter No. 1 – Vienna Teng
Nightfall we’re brushing past your town
Destination not you my one
The driver doesn’t know way down
How deep these bright-eyed feelings run
I’ve no intention of confessing today
I need to make distance a while
But miles don’t make your image fade
They don’t erase this secret smile
For the past several days, I’ve been absolutely parched despite drinking copious amounts of water. I talk to patients all day long. My brain is begging my mouth to stop talking but the queue of patients never stops. A colleague and I were commiserating about not having any saliva left in our mouths after our shift.
I admire my mom’s ability to talk incessantly. I come home and she’s ready to pounce on me the minute I walk through the door. I’ve told her many times that I need at least 30 minutes to decompress before I can even have a conversation with her. But she doesn’t give AF, she’ll start yammering away. There have been times when I’ll walk away while she’s mid-sentence because she’s making me feel overwhelmed. She used to get offended and get mad but I think she’s realizing now that I am not functioning on all cylinders by the time I get home. I can’t even process words that she’s saying to me because translating Korean to English is too much for my feeble brain.
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