“Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers. You just breathe deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed, but sometimes the pain gets you when you least expect it, hits way below the belt and doesn’t let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can’t outrun it, and life always makes more.”

I’m still hurting. I’m still miserable. And my friends are prodding and asking that I make an appointment with my gp because sleeping and eating are things that a person should be able to do. And then we had that big debate about how much weight is TOO much weight to lose in 22 days. Is 2 kilograms too much? Is 3? Or 4? How about 5? Because I’m sitting on the otherside of 5, and apparently that’s too much.

Still, I’m finding it hard to care. Hard to move forward. Hard to make decisions. Hard to do anything but sit surrounded by the aftermath and wonder about my part in this mess.

Which hurts. So instead, here is a picture of my dog.

That’s enough for today, I think.