Well it's been a little over two weeks since the surgery. (Though I don't feel like I can hardly even recognize that it's been a week since then. I actually feel like this whole ordeal has happened to someone else, and I don't know why or how it happened to them. I feel fairly removed from it all oddly enough.) Anyway, so here I am with a train track style of staples going on around my head. Of course, I'm certainly ready to have them out. It seems like this round of razors on the head would be undesirable (which of course, they are), but this time it seems like the staple line is less within my perception than it was before. It doesn't seem to really bother me quite as much as it did before.
I guess it's kind of weird, but I guess I'm just thinking about other things more than the surgery right now. It's kind of a moot point, I guess. Surgery or not, I should be moving on from things right now. I guess my whole problem with this thing is that the craziness of the surgery should ideally be gone by now, but it's not. Surgery's just another way for me to get into the same boat that I should've originally gotten into. The only problem is that I didn't ever get into that boat, so now I feel like I'm sort of stuck here getting pointless surgeries that just keep putting me right back where I was a few months ago.
Certainly though, the most important thing is that I am OK right now. Until the point when my health begins to fade, I will always have that to have utmost thanks for. Hopefully, I can keep that terrible day on the horizon as long as possible. Until then, I'll always have tomorrow to look forward to for a possible cure for this terrible illness.
Friday, August 21
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