I was just watching Jon Stewart, and the Secretary of Domestic Affairs mentioned something about being "more greater"... Really? These are the people in charge of large groups of people? What a shame.
On another note.. I think I have developed a disease that plagues me on Tuesday nights and Wednesday mornings.. It's called dontf***ingwannago. For some reason it seems to reach it's peak effectiveness around physical therapy. The other days of the week, it lies in an asymptomatic state. It's a very serious disease. Apparently the side effects include anxiety, lethargy, and aggravation. The only cure is a new, experimental drug called damnitall. Unfortunately, the drug is very difficult to come by. I was able to acquire one dose of it this week, though. I guess we'll see how next week goes.
I can't believe it's almost Christmas. Time really does fly by. The stress of the holidays isn't something I want to be dealing with right now, though. I wish this could have happened earlier in the year.
I had a good visit with Joey today. We talked about a lot. I've been battling with the feeling that my recovery hasn't been coming along as quickly as it should be. I feel like I should be so much farther along in the process, even walking, but he said that he's surprised at how far along I've come already. I guess I look at it as, "It's been two months!" But others look at it as, "It's only been two months." Time seems to simultaneously fly by and drag by. It's pretty strange. The days seem to fly by, but it seems like I've been stuck on the couch for ever.
I finally got my hair done last night. It's amazing how much better about yourself you can feel after something as simple as getting a trim, dye, and highlight. I've felt so self conscious about myself since the accident. I've become scarred and really haven't been able to do much with myself. But just getting my hair done perked me up a bit. Plus, it was great to see an old friend, and meet a new one.
Perhaps things will be better after the holidays. I'm fighting to stay up and perky these days. The smallest tasks are exhausting. I know it's the . I sometimes lay in bed for hours after I wake up, because I just cannot seem to get motivated to get up and get the day started. It's eating at me. And nights are the worst. I used to require total darkness to sleep. Now, I'm having trouble dealing with being in the dark. I feel like such a child. When it's dark, my mind replays the scene of being the back of the truck, with the lights flickering and finally shorting out, hitting my on the ceiling, and being buried under so many things. It's more than most people have any idea about. A few who read this will know what I mean.
One of these days, maybe the dark won't be so frightening any more.
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