Never knew I could be so terrified of the possibility that I might have to go back to the hospital that I’d get anxiety attacks.. Thought I just hated it..
Trying to think positive thoughts.
- out for a month
- no spicy/oily foods (damn)
- watch out for vomiting, no flatulence & fever.
This is absolutely disgusting and I am so fucking disappointed that a human actually thinks like this.
This person lives under a damn rock if they’ve never seen even a photo of a happy/scared animal. They are capable of feeling, and most definitely have maternal attachments, fight or flight reactions etc.
"I done…" No.
The wrong use of their (possession), they’re (they ARE) & there (position/place).
Tad R. Callister (via grandviziertothesultanofagrabah)
God just spoke to me right here.
reminder for me
All the needle stick holes, bruises, scabs and swelling/bloating on my body make me feel…. a tad depressed..
On the plus side.. my belly button is looking more like a belly button! And from the last time I changed my dressing, my drain incision area should be closing up nicely with no infection or ooziness. Plus, I used to have an ingrown hair bump (for about 2-3 years lol) that I couldn’t get rid of but they cut into that area for the surgery and now it’s gone haha.
Doing some easy body weight exercises to get my core working a bit more, maybe get the swelling down? Fingers crossed.
It hurts every time. Every week when you leave, when I catch myself asking “are you heading home now?” when this used to be your home, when family time really only means a few hours once a week eating together chit chatting about the trivial. I know it was for the best, that I wouldn’t be able to do the things I’ve been able to do if you hadn’t left, but mum is going to be alone when she’s older, and weddings and funerals and birthdays are awkward and lonely and sad.
A broken family ruins everyone beyond repair and out of it emerges someone completely different.