I want to write, but have no idea about what to say except that the girls are still giving me fits. Now it is day 8 post surgery (slicing), and why do I think that the trauma they experienced should be over and done with already. I guess I’m impatient, or I’m anxious… am I really healing, will I have to go through this again? How many more smash-o-grams do I have to endure before I hear “you need to ditch the girls.” So you can see that I am rambling and my anxious thoughts are going round and round and I’ve been taught that I should stop and be mindful and breath to stop my brain from torturing me. Surely there is a poem in all of this. Surely? Let me see….
Girls throb with pain not excitement Ice to the rescue NO pain pills needed Let the throbbing cease
I distracted myself and got my anxiety calmed down. Now time for ice.