Matt is going off to school tomorrow. It hasn't quite sunk in, but I'm fairly certain I will completely lose it at some point during this week. Good thing I'm crippled and have an excuse to avoid witnessing all the packing and such going on upstairs.
Gave him a high-quality spoon to take with him. I guess that's a pretty good gauge of how much I care for someone - by my willingness to give you one of my spoons.
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"Cynicism kills hope. The world of the cynic is fixed and immovable; the cynic believes we are swept along by forces greater than we are. Dreaming feels like so much foolishness. Risk becomes intolerable. Prayer feels pointless, as if we are talking to the wind. But Jesus is all about hope. " - Paul Miller
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge. Psalm 62:5-8
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Inconceivable. It is August. How is it August? Also...I'm 24 years old. GAH. How is any of this possible?
My 2nd ACL reconstruction + meniscus repair combo surgery. I always have the best times in post-op recovery room. It could and most likely does have something to do with drugs and anesthesia, but I'd like to believe that post-op nurses are the nicest people in the whole entire world. I remember as I slowly regained consciousness, a whole team of them told me I had done a really awesome job (remaining sedated yet not dying in my sleep) and offered me apple juice! There are few things in this world I love more than false compliments and apple juice....so I graciously accepted both (but promptly threw up the apple juice 5 minutes later).
First week back home is all but a blurred memory. I think I drank soup or something. But I also remember waking up at 3am one morning in a drugged, anxious state of mind...and I started pondering life and crying because my knee brace was too heavy of a burden for me to bear at that moment. And then at one point I promised myself I was going to learn about important things in the morning when I woke up. When morning came.....I started reading the Constitution for no other purpose than to fulfill the promise I had made to myself.
Second week....unless I contract anthrax or ebola at some point in my life, i will NEVER again seek aid from antibiotics. I faintly recall having a bad reaction to antibiotics last time I had surgery, but I couldn't quite remember specific adverse effects. Now I do. And now the flames of hatred have been rekindled.
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