I'm not taking it slow, I'm a fighter... I'll Spit in the eye of death and laugh all the day long
I'm still working and at every turn I refuse help from my coworkers... I've been disabled in my first ca crash and I never liked the feeling of it... It makes ya feel hollow and empty when ya get served hand and foot all day... I even toldmy boss I'm not going on light duity and I wear a rubber thing with steel toe onthe tip over my cast. Lucinda knows I'm stubborn as a mule and I'm working full tilt.. I may stop but that for other reasons... I'm tired or the pain get too much and I gotta sit down
