So I'm Doing That Thing...
... where I tell people I'm doing fine even though I feel adrift and all alone. A friend of mine would ask, "How does that serve you?" It doesn't feel like it does, actually, so I'm not so sure about wrestling that thought down to the ground. I've never enjoyed feeling burdensome to others, which could account for it, I suppose.
In any event, my surgery is currently 89 days, 5 hours, 26 minutes, and 19 seconds away. (Not that I'm counting) My feelings of dysphoria are going up and down like a yo-yo as a result of anticipatory apprehension and excitement. Perhaps that's it.
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