Happy Birthday to me.
I had a pretty eye opening incident a few days ago. I was out making a delivery to a geriatric patient on Creek Run, and when I was driving back I hit an animal. I’m still debating whether it was a gopher or a ground hog, it definitely wasn’t a cat or anything domestic. I saw it’s eyes as I slammed on my brakes, I felt the bump and I saw in my rearview (it) dragging itself off the road. I ran out of my car to see it and it was still breathing heavily on the side of the wood’s bank.
I feel like healthcare has made me scared. I had taken a test earlier that day about the Skeletal system and I could imagine upon impact what happened to this creature’s hind legs. My mind panned to an x-ray like image of the world’s most shattered femur.
I sat in my car, and I sobbed for a few minutes. I had never felt that sorrowful before.
With my birthday today, I don’t feel as excited as I used to. I love my birthday.
That it’s in springtime.
That it’s around Easter.
Flowers are starting to appear.
I’m just coping with the prospect becoming older.
Today, I want to reflect on the things I have previously done in my life, and the things I will inevitably do. I want to enjoy a relaxing day, ace a test at 6:30, and try to forget that next year I will be 20.