It’s all Fuzzy… Wuzzy had a bear, but he was hairless, wait, what was I talking about?
You know how they say “Waking Up is hard to do” (Or was that “Breaking”)? Waking up after the first surgery was a night terror, one that I couldn’t wake up from. I still have bad dreams about waking up like that. It’s like bliss and then all of a sudden Atlas puts the world on your shoulders and your’e being flattened to the floor. I am no Titan. It is a psychological weight so heavy that you feel it. You know those advertisements that use the phrase “Depression hurts”, I don’t remember waking up hurting, I remember waking up broken. Of all the stupid things I could have worried about at that time, the first words out of my mouth were “Call Marco!!!”. Now Marco is a wonderful guy, and had been my manager for the last 10 months. I was sure I was losing my job, my benefits wouldn’t cover this, my body had failed me, I had failed my family (By having Crohn’s, how stupid is that – And yet I still suffer from that thought daily). I had to stay there, with a ventilator on and whisper thinsg.
