Strange enough, I didn't feel bitter when the nasty accident last Sunday left me swollen with a soon-to-be scar on my face. Somehow I feel like I sorta deserve/ ask for it.
I managed to snap a pic of myself right after the accident (as evidence) and it looked like I was crying tears of blood.
Remember what I said about a looking for a distaction, well now I've got it. Right smack in the face. I have always believed that all deeds are judged on its intentions. And the fact that I was looking forward to another wave of on-call jobs end of the month, was probably the cause.
Seems like I'm starting to feel all spiritual again. How I should probably feel blessed that so far, I've only had the kindest of men as my clients (one which I even got involved emotionally with recently). And that I was lucky the accident last Sunday didn't involve a life and death situation.
I was all by myself when the accident happened. For a moment there, I felt so alone and helpless. It wasn't all the blood or the pain, but that one dizzy moment of lonliness that scared me. I ended up spending my Sunday at the A&E and I'm still on mc today.
I don't have a Ben to share my woes with, I lost my Alex to the open sea... friends can see the wounds on the surface, but they have no clue about its hidden repercussion. All I've got is this secret diary...
When I got home that day to check my email, look what I found...
Heh.
xoxo.
I managed to snap a pic of myself right after the accident (as evidence) and it looked like I was crying tears of blood.
Remember what I said about a looking for a distaction, well now I've got it. Right smack in the face. I have always believed that all deeds are judged on its intentions. And the fact that I was looking forward to another wave of on-call jobs end of the month, was probably the cause.
Seems like I'm starting to feel all spiritual again. How I should probably feel blessed that so far, I've only had the kindest of men as my clients (one which I even got involved emotionally with recently). And that I was lucky the accident last Sunday didn't involve a life and death situation.
I was all by myself when the accident happened. For a moment there, I felt so alone and helpless. It wasn't all the blood or the pain, but that one dizzy moment of lonliness that scared me. I ended up spending my Sunday at the A&E and I'm still on mc today.
I don't have a Ben to share my woes with, I lost my Alex to the open sea... friends can see the wounds on the surface, but they have no clue about its hidden repercussion. All I've got is this secret diary...
When I got home that day to check my email, look what I found...
Heh.
xoxo.
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