Transplant Day +11

GREAT SONG---"Zzyzx Rd." By STONE SOUR

I don't know how else to put this. It's taken me so long to do this, I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight. My muscles feel like a melee, my body's curled in a U-shape. I put on my best but I'm still afraid.

Propped up by lies and promises, saving my place as life forgets. Maybe its time I saw the world. I'm only here for a while, but patience is not my style, and I'm so tired that I gotta go.

What am I supposed to hide now? What am I supposed to do? Did you really think I wouldn't see this through? Tell me I should stick around for you, tell me I could have it all. I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go.

I get to go home in one week, but I leaving home in three weeks. They throw me a bone just to pick me dry. I'm following suit and directions, I crawl up inside for protection. I'm told what to do and I don't know why. I'm over existing in limbo, I'm over the myths and placebos. I don't really mind if I just fade away. I'm ready to live with my family, I'm ready to die in obscurity.

'Cause I'm so tired that I gotta go.

Where am I supposed to hide now? What am I suppose to do? You still don't think I'm going see this through. Tell me I'm a part of history, tell me I can have it all. I'm still to tired to care and I gotta go.

Hemoglobin 10.2

WBC 2.3

Plateletes 49