Friday, December 3, 2010

.post-op.

“ The goal of any surgery is total recovery - to come out better than you were before. Some patients heal quickly and feel immediate relief. For others the healing happens gradually, and it's not until months or even years later that you realize you don't hurt anymore. So the challenge after any surgery is to be patient. But if you can make it through the first weeks and months, if you believe that healing is possible, then you can get your life back. But that's a big if.”

Somehow, I don’t know how, but I seem to be getting all these little signs lately.
Telling me to get my shit together because…well because I need to.
I was watching Grey’s Anatomy yesterday, and thought to myself how I needed a Derrick in my life.
Not to tell me what I need to do, not to tell me how to get over things, but to just let me be.
I am different. My emotions are different. I don’t handle things well the majority of the time, and once I do, I handle them differently from the way most people would.
You know the scene where Christina and Derrick were fishing, and Christina couldn’t turn her brain off…that’s me. I can’t seem to turn my brain off completely and just deal with ME. Its always running, constantly going and thinking and remembering and plotting and wishing and hoping and wondering..and..and…
You see…it just goes on and on.
I cant stop it. I cant sleep at night because I cant stop it.
What I am trying to say is I need a Derrick. To take me fishing. To force me to sit there and fish. To force me to turn my brain off.

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