Guess how I started this joyous day? Blood -> my favorite thing. I was cutting fruit to put atop my cereal, when the knife missed the fruit & went into my finger. My left ring finger to be exact. Good thing I’m not superstitious… But I did enjoy a spontaneous birthday sonnet from my extremely accommodating doctor, and! (to make it complete) my handsome nurse got me a piece of birthday cake. 🙂
So all in all, while I expected horror to be the definition of the day, considering how it began, (although far from ideal) it’s been an alright day. But for a birthday…hmmm, I don-no. Certainly far from boring :). I choose to belief, that it was simply the final chapter in the hardest year to date. Not “the first chapter in the rest of my life” or however that
Home-made birthday cake
My reaction to the trauma – as there was an abundance of blood gushing from my hand…ok, to be fair “gushing” is not very accurate. Spurting (good thing I had a paper-towel covering my finger) is a better descriptor. I was angry. It’s a funny thing-> when you’ve been through so much, sadness seems a bit silly. A waste of time, really. If things need to change, then let’s get to work! But anger…it doesn’t make you less efficient…More efficient, even, it could be argued. Luckily, problem solving isn’t necessary, as I’m acutely aware of how anger messes with rational problem solving. Given the prior year’s far from ideal events, for a strong moment, I thought: does this mean things will get even worse? How is that possible?! But since then (as an ever prevailing optimist) I decided “Nah, & I thought I was already @ full capacity, but life wanted to add a couple slices to prove I could handle them.” And seeing how I did handle it, swimmingly, in fact, I think that’s a very good sign.