waxing melodic...

don't know how to say thanks for one hundred days of care wow! i've been around a while didnt think i'd still be here what a rocky start it was for my tummy, heart and brain swelling, popping, and bleeding no way it's the gravy train since then things have improved "wahoo! oh yeah!" i say wont be long now, then you'll see i'll be gone! be on my way... the doctors have been cool with their knives and pumps and scans fixed me every time i went bang according to their mad plans the nurses, well, what can i say? they rock! (and roll and sway) they feed me, clean me, wipe my ass without complaint; they make my day

ive heard all the noises i make quite a few while growing the beeps, the wooshes, the loud alarms no match for me when i get going the noise is helped by breathing i can do this with a little aid just got the low flow left to beat then the machines can be waylaid only one thing left to conquer thats feeding from a bottle im so close to winning, its scary then im off, out the door, full throttle i know ive been a bit of a strain on my brothers, my folks and friends but when all the dust is settled life will be good. six people; very zen thanks goes to all of N.I.C.U as a team, you deliver the rolls royce of hospital departments i thank you; now ... and forever Harlow.