I have out of all these uears one nurse that hasn't freaked on me. She totally is awsome and without her I would be dead. That is not an understatment by any means. She must be an angel or something. I give up on myself all of the time. She gets frustrated and keeps on picking. she keeps me going because for once in my life I believe that someone knows I deserve more than this. That if I cry someone will come. If I scream cuz it hurts someone hears me. I don't have to be trash and shiver in the coner and beg for help, she'll be there. That step of belief I never thought would come. She knows that I scream inside that the ball of blackness can't be starved purged or taken out of me scars like that are like implants. Sorry I'm floating. But I atleast trust her more than I do anyone on this and that is a small miracle.