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6 weeks post-op...


Discouraged. That's what I am. I think I went back to work too soon, too hard, too full on. My brain feels like is finally starting to unfog and clear up. My thinking is mostly straightish now. Or straightening. 

Still healing. Incision infection is improving. Antibiotics for the win!

My emotions are all over the place. I cry much more often than usual. Over the most ridiculous things. For the most obscure reasons. For just because.

I hurt and ache and want to scream/yell all the time. I keep telling myself it will get better. Now, I'm not sure if I am an unreliable narrator or a full blown liar. 

I feel like such an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mess. A stuffy with its filling torn out and scattered around the room. No way to calm the storm and pull it all back together again.

So sorry for anyone who my path crosses with. Hopefully I haven't swamped or capsized your boat.

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