My body finally dealt me a break yesterday; I woke up and my ribs had gone back into place! I was so relieved and lifted. I was beginning to fear that they were never going to go back in and was wondering how I would live like that for the rest of my life. When I’m scared my mind tends to skip ahead to the hypothetical, something that I’m working on.
My pain level is still quite high compared to usual but I imagine that it takes a little while for your body to recover from something like that. I’m exhausted but except for last night, I haven’t been sleeping much. I have that unsettling haze of gloom hanging over me, the kind that you have when you wake up the morning after something really bad has happened. But, at least now I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. A small light, but a light nonetheless.