Timing

I leaned my head back, I looked at your lips. Unsure what I want –  Perhaps just a kiss? Maybe your eyes Were telling the truth That way deep inside, You wanted it, too. Despite, there we stayed With nothing to say An empty I can’t, But thinking Please Stay. If only we knew WhatContinue reading “Timing”

Manipulated

I wrote this when I was still barely bending my knee. I wasn’t in a very good place mentally during this time. I hope my story of getting my knee manipulated will help someone out there who feels like they have to hide their emotions during their recovery, which can be very frustrating and draining.Continue reading “Manipulated”

𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒲𝑒 π’’π‘œ π’œπ‘”𝒢𝒾𝓃…

“The road to recovery led through the land of pain, that was all” – Stephen King

The Artist

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Gratitude and Recovery

I had an MRI with contrast. They had to inject the contrast right into my hip joint. Even though they gave me some Lidocaine for numbing, I felt the long(est piece of pointy metal I’d ever seen) needle wiggle around in my hip. I bit the inside of my lip and pressed my eyes shut,Continue reading “Gratitude and Recovery”