52 • September

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— September —

A week long I sat in his hospital room, using the shower of his room and eating crappy food in the cafetaria. I played music and wrote new songs while I sat there. I often had nurses stay in the room to listen to me or I played at the nurse station so other patients could come watch and listen too. They only reason they let me stay was because I was medically trained and in two weeks I would start my internship right here in these hallways. So they let me stay day and night, offered to let me sleep in the oncall rooms and let me play my music. I would even be going to the pediatrics wing today to play music with kids.

It was my way of coping with this all. I wrote, I sang and I played for 7 days long. I barely slept and stayed with him at all times, only leaving for food or drinks.

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