Sunday, March 18, 2007
Recovery Gloom
On Wednesday, it was like spring in Albany. Next week, it should be almost as warm again. But yesterday we returned to the heart of winter with sub-zero temperatures and more than a foot of snow. Frankly, so long as I don't need to drive or anything I'm find with that. If nothing else, it makes for nice photographs.
This isn't the first time I've broken something, you know, but I swear this injury is unlike anything I've experienced before. Every time I look in the mirror I see nothing but horror. While my wounds are most likely on the mend, I am convinced that my condition worsens each day. I see pus and swelling where there is only clotting. Similarly, when I set foot outside I am under the delusion that I am drawing far more attention than I actually am.
The biggest difference I've noticed has been what this gash has done to my ability to relate to others. It's as if this damage has left me unable to suitably conduct myself as others would expect me to. I have no patience for anything and it takes an incredible amount of effort to maintain conversational pleasantries. Some people have asked me about what happened out of genuine concern, but earlier this week I almost brushed them off with a curt "I fell." I'm not all that upset about what happened but you'd never guess that from my behavior on campus. Those of you who have called me on the phone know I am feeling OK, but somehow this laceration has fixed a sort of scowl on my face.
In truth, I know things are going to be just fine. I had my stitches out yesterday and the doctor couldn't have been more bored by my nose. He told me we might have to "adjust" the bone-fusing process to avoid a crooked, healthy nose, but otherwise it all looks painfully ordinary to the professionals. So long as I keep up with my homework, this whole affair will be little more than a hiccup in my life (and possibly a scar).
This isn't the first time I've broken something, you know, but I swear this injury is unlike anything I've experienced before. Every time I look in the mirror I see nothing but horror. While my wounds are most likely on the mend, I am convinced that my condition worsens each day. I see pus and swelling where there is only clotting. Similarly, when I set foot outside I am under the delusion that I am drawing far more attention than I actually am.
The biggest difference I've noticed has been what this gash has done to my ability to relate to others. It's as if this damage has left me unable to suitably conduct myself as others would expect me to. I have no patience for anything and it takes an incredible amount of effort to maintain conversational pleasantries. Some people have asked me about what happened out of genuine concern, but earlier this week I almost brushed them off with a curt "I fell." I'm not all that upset about what happened but you'd never guess that from my behavior on campus. Those of you who have called me on the phone know I am feeling OK, but somehow this laceration has fixed a sort of scowl on my face.
In truth, I know things are going to be just fine. I had my stitches out yesterday and the doctor couldn't have been more bored by my nose. He told me we might have to "adjust" the bone-fusing process to avoid a crooked, healthy nose, but otherwise it all looks painfully ordinary to the professionals. So long as I keep up with my homework, this whole affair will be little more than a hiccup in my life (and possibly a scar).
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You need to come up with an outrageous story. Like,
"After the ice broke I hit my face. Despite the blood and tears I still managed to save the horse and pull him to shore."
コメントがあります？ Type something, please. It's less work for me."After the ice broke I hit my face. Despite the blood and tears I still managed to save the horse and pull him to shore."
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