Advice from a fellow blogger - Like the cake, emotion should happen little and often.When it comes to physical pain, I am a true woman. I will attempt to continue in true Monty Python knight style. However, with unrelenting pain in my pelvis, I allowed myself a moment of self indulgence where I cried from frustration. At present, no end is in sight and I feel remarkabley useless. Knowing that I need to pull myself together and get back to work tomorrow does not help. A day of attempting to convince my pelvis to stay together while sat on an office chair does not delight me in my current woozy state (the painkillers manage to make me feel light headed and sick while having no effect whatsoever on my bloody hips!). With the combination of restlessness from my inability to find a comfortable place and the absence of any relief I am at the end of my rope. Four years after the onset of discomfort, I long for my youthful body back - the one which I took such delight in ruining. This is my penance for a youth mis-spent.
In drastic contrast, two very separate individuals also brought tears to my eyes today. But not tears of pain or frustration, instead the welling up of being touched by compassion and dare I say happiness. The first, despite no physical connection, composed a poem with me in mind. This was both unexpected and beautiful. Having not been the subject of poetry before, I am immensely touched. The second, having seen my unexpected explosion of emotion over the past few days continued to accept me for who I am and unlike me who is unable to convey the actual words in my head(despite all my ramblings here), uttered the one phrase I have wanted to write these last days. And in response my dear friend, I miss you too.
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