They tried to make me go to rehab, and I couldn’t turn it down.

There was the option of letting the healing take its course. No one knew exactly how long that course might take, and I don’t do hospitalization very well: we’re talking less than a week in sixty-odd years. And as new experiences go, well, it sucks.

So something on this level this will be happening:

I know from broken pieces.

I will probably live through this, though there will be moments when I wonder how.

The Vent

  1 July 2016

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