Sometimes that's all you can do. And this time, it was me doing the crying, and not some hormone or chemical or convergence of the two.
And honestly, I don't know if Kristy has had a good cry about what happened to her on March 5th until last night.
I woke up this morning with swollen eyes...the familiar look of my youth when I had fallen asleep after crying it out.
I think that when all of this began I wasn't quite in my right mind because of the nature of my injury, I mean remember...I got a dog. The only choice I had was to fight and try to recover.
And now that I have healed and I have had a good percentage of the pieces of my life fall right back into place, there are a few still orbiting that do not have a place to go anymore, and I need to send them on their way to find a place somewhere else.
Dr. Shrink was a good listener and my story sounded familiar to him. He made some suggestions that I will discuss with my neurologist. I have a few ideas of my own, and so the journey continues...