Posted 1/13/2012 3:56 PM (GMT 0)
I thought trooper was a purly military image, one of the troops, who keeps on and on no matter what, come rain, snow, high-water or surgery, and never quits.
(Well, let's allow ourselves to be big fat cry babies sometimes.)
I had a whining explosion last night to a friend that came over, like "I can't stand it anymore, why me, , haven't I hd aneough of this effing s h & t , groan and moan, and I can't stand it any more". And then of course the friend says, you've come this far, you've got just one more hill to climb, you'be been so strong and then the whole thing is over...
And then of course I complain, you don't understnad, you have no idea what this has been like ...
... and maybe a few other stressy, unpleasant, immature remarks
(becuase I've really have had enough and feel disconnected from my body. It's this think I have to feed and water and empty its bag and wash it and put clothes on it, and then it starts aching at night so I can't sleep well)
It really is hard for me to imagine that this will be over soon. I had planned on having step 3 this month, but that was so silly, I kow I can't possibly go back into surgery until I'm feeling top fit again.
Bluegrass, thank's for the compliment, considering I just blabble sloppily here!