Two years ago, I was jetting off to Nashville with a friend to record “Turmoil” and “Weep.” Everything went wrong—delay at baggage claim, ice storms, near miss with a semi on the freeway, closed restaurants—but I’d do it all again.
Today, I got jolted awake at 3:15 a.m. by this all-too-familiar pain. Worse attack yet. I’ve been hyperventilating, had my head in the toilet twice, pacing, moaning, crying, and mainly trying to get a grip.
I sure wish I was going to Nashville instead.
Would appreciate some prayers, y’all.
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