In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
This is my job now
So, man, I thought I'd give you a call. Today I left the hospital and was transferred to the physical rehab center, which is where I'm calling you from.
I'm so glad you called, farmboy. I've been thinking about you a lot, wondering how you're doing.
It's a lot of different things, which I guess is to be expected. Some days I feel a lot of anxiety and panic, and I'm working at that the best I can.
But, you know, this could have been so much worse and I am so grateful for it not being worse. I'm also grateful for all the amazing doctors and nurses and people who are working with me.
You know, you've got a really good attitude.
Not all the time, man. I mean, it's fuckin' scary, it's hard work, it's extremely challenging, and sometimes downright gross and disgusting. But, man, I can't afford much negativity. I have to focus on being able to walk again. This is my job now.
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