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I went to mass today for the first time in probably a year. My niece had told me she was going to enter a prayer writing competition and that she would like help writing one. So I helped her write one. Then I wrote one and signed it as her brother and bet her a thing of Ben and Jerry's she would get an accolade over mine (I try to find excuses to buy the kids ice cream). below is the prayer I wrote.

Lord I look at you with wonder and awe
I continue to paw, scratch and claw
I feel covered in dirt, bruised and sore
thank you for opening the door

As I limp away from the past I smile wide with glee
how strong I'd become could only be known by thee
As I approach the mountain range from the deep valley below
Thank you for showing me how to climb in the cold

The blood drips down as I carry this cross, so hard and so heavy
Thank you for carrying me when I fall, and my words have lost brevity
The journey to go is longer now than it had been before.
Walk with me until I reach ...

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Hello new followers, I hope I don’t disappoint you. I want this place to feel like home, where we can escape the Thunderdome and process the world. Where we can post dog pics and recipes and book recommendations. Where we support each other as we get sober, lose weight, embark on new business opportunities, creative endeavors, relationships and travels. I want this to be your oasis of sanity and laughter in an increasingly mad world. A creative outlet where you can share your spirit with us.

We might not have any control over the news cycle—but we can control our habits and attitude. It all starts with us. And hopefully a little piece of that will start here.

I'm getting to the end of a doozy of a 12 hour shift in which my patient tried really hard to go into a full respiratory collapse. He's got a tracheostomy through which I've had to suction - constantly - overnight and he's kept plugging off because of all the gunge in his chest. Watching a patient struggle for breath through their throat while you're trying to clear it of shit is not amusing.

Don't mind saying it - and I apologize for the language - but I'm fucking toasted.

Don't smoke.

In my salute to Bridget and her wonderful twitter.

My reflections are simple if you are basing all your medically and socially based decisions on her tweets as she notes you get what you pay for.

Most people who have a brain and understand what twitter has of value is to inform, humor and vent. So it is not an advice column at least hers isn't.

The many comments that follow are just so self righteous.
Because everyone is so stupid and will trust a follow up tweet too.
I love people who treat others with superiority and contempt for their own good. Tiresome.

On a more uplifting note great new Phetasy merch on sale with her discount code!

Love you Bridget.

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