As the saying goes. 'Not my Circus. Not my Monkeys'. I've found it easy to take heed of those words the past few days. It's not that I don't care, but rather I have more pressing issues to concern myself about.
I am still feeling spaced out, but then it's not even been a week since I was discharged. Poison is still streaming around my system. Drinking plenty of water helps to cleanse me.
I sense certain individuals around me not coping as well as perhaps they ought. Poor and silly calls of judgement are made, mostly over alcohol. Upsetting the apple cart has been a phrase used by more than one person today.
We are all guilty of getting caught up in the drama of it all at times. Situations can quickly escalate. But it takes the braver and stronger of people to stand up, stand back and just let the shit go.
Being at peace is far more important than being right. ALWAYS.
I am feeling apprehensive about my meeting with the consultant tomorrow. I guess I am anxious that he will take one look at me and say he 'fixed me' or that it didn't work, either way, I am left to my own devices.
I am however assured that I will be referred to his team of Physio's in due course.
Tomorrow is another day. I have solicitors to contact and up and coming rehabilitation dates to consider. And I am still so tired. So I shall continue resting, recuperating, writing and sketching and drinking water. I really hope to fit in a bowel movement by then too. It's been 5 days of not having one and I'm fit to burst.
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