Everybody Hurts

When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) If you feel like letting go, (hold on) When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on 'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long, When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on Well, everybody hurts sometimes, Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Everybody hurts. You are not alone I know I risk getting nailed with copyright infringement or something but this song says so much better what my days and nights feel like. Sometimes everything is wrong, Take comfort in your friends these are things that I have been trying to do, as well as talking to J and to God. Today was one of those days that don’t see much progress the way i want but that do show she is getting things together. Here goes the update The sedative is off completely, however J is not waking up. This is a bad thing she needs to wake up if we want to get the tube out. She needed more blood as her hemoglobin level went down they gave her the blood but now we have to wait for the labs to see what that did and how it is. She is getting restless but not waking up. The last one is the hardest. I want to make it all better for her and I’m not able too. I want to take the pain and the hurt and the discomfort and have her up and running around and working on things. When she starts to thrash around and even opens her eyes and rolls them in my direction I feel so helpless especially seeing what I can only register as fear or confusion. I am a man who is trying to be what he needs to be for the woman he loves, but this is one of those times that I can’t beat back the bad guy or put my coat around her shoulders as we walk along the shore of a cold lake. It won’t work I have to just be here adn pray and cry and talk to her and hold her hand. Again I find myself saying help my doubts.