So I was in the hospital for the past few days. A lot of my PTSD revolves around trips to the hospital, and that pit in my stomach that forms when I find out I''m to be admitted (again). It's the same feeling of dread every time.
So I am laying in bed, in a fairly decent amount of pain, and was thinking, "Why m..."
I couldn't even get the "me" out before I immediately called bullshit on that pity party.
So I pulled out my laptop, caught up all of my bills, and finished my Christmas shopping. This is the first year in many I finished my Xmas shopping before the 24th of December. I am certain my wife will appreciate not getting a six pack of day old donuts from the local convenience store. :)
The "even better" news is that I didn't need another surgery (not right now at least). And the "even better than that" news is that I am *feeling* better as well, so I am hoping to finish up the Xmas decorations today and tomorrow now that I am back home.
Sometimes trying to find a bright side is a little like trying to find Waldo, but I promise, if you look, it's there.
So I am laying in bed, in a fairly decent amount of pain, and was thinking, "Why m..."
I couldn't even get the "me" out before I immediately called bullshit on that pity party.
So I pulled out my laptop, caught up all of my bills, and finished my Christmas shopping. This is the first year in many I finished my Xmas shopping before the 24th of December. I am certain my wife will appreciate not getting a six pack of day old donuts from the local convenience store. :)
The "even better" news is that I didn't need another surgery (not right now at least). And the "even better than that" news is that I am *feeling* better as well, so I am hoping to finish up the Xmas decorations today and tomorrow now that I am back home.
Sometimes trying to find a bright side is a little like trying to find Waldo, but I promise, if you look, it's there.