It’s incredible the changes that can happen in one weeks time.
I didn’t ever imagine myself being unnerved by the smell of toast being made.
Or have the word “fire” become a trigger word.
I never imagined standing in my back yard in boxers and a tank top in the early morning with my arm held above my head pacing back and forth praying for the burn to stop after a dressing change. Watching blisters form before my eyes, seeing my skin turn black and red and every other color of the rainbow… knowing that all of this is part of the natural process.
The human body can withstand some incredible things. Your skin can go through some pretty incredible changes. Healing is a strange thing. It hurts to heal.
That being said.
I have my fingers.
And a hand.
And they work, albeit not without a lot of effort.
I’m incredibly lucky.
Beyond incredibly lucky.
I ended my first night of work just where I needed to. On the road to recovery. Breathing fresh air. Stopping every once in a while to take in the view.
I had two things on my to-do list today. Normally an intricate list. But today….
- Survive.
- Kick today’s ass the best you can.
I think this should be my list from now on.