Unicorn, how are you these days?
Hi,
I think the people who warn others not to read my journal because it's depressing as hell are right.
I've no news of anything. Nobody knows yet how to repair my 10cm non-union, and nail removal to change to another nail is currently risky because it might fracture my right leg further.
I know it sounds impossible to feel this way, but I've no life left. All my friends have left because they don't know how to deal with how miserable I am. They don't know how to deal with my handicap. And I am to blame because I push everyone away.
Even my own family does not know how to face me. It's a big elephant in the room that there's this daughter/sister who is a 40+ spinster, disabled, unemployed and poor. How do we tell our friends/relatives/neighbours?
I can't even tell you how we, the people who do not recover from this surgery, fight not to end our lives.
I wish I had opioids to be addicted to, because numbing myself out seems like such a pleasant idea. But I can't even get myself drunk let alone, get my hands on anything. I sometimes reminisce longingly about the moments I went under general anaesthesia because I get to zone out and not face reality. I guess when it gets unbearable, I pop a sleeping pill and go to sleep at 7pm.
I really try to wake up everyday telling myself, it's a brand new day, and it's going to change my attitude. But it doesn't. I take one look at myself in the mirror, wince at my painful knee, struggle to move and I lose hope.
I know everyone judges me nonstop, I've had people asking me why I don't try to walk with a straight leg or why am I hunched over so much. Or how I should try walking without crutches. They don't understand, I don't want to look like a monster either. But I've no bones, my tissues are too short, I cannot pull myself up straight, my left leg cannot help but curve inwards, and cannot be straightened. So yes, I hobble about and scare children.
I had someone else who saw my scars and exclaimed that I'll never be able to wear a skirt again. Really?! What I will exchange to be able to walk again, I'd go to work nked if that's what it takes.
I think avoidance is the next most painful thing I'm learning to deal with right now. Everyone averting their eyes or avoiding to hear more bad news from me.
I had a friend visit yesterday and she asked how I was feeling. I started to tell her and after about 5 mins, she asked if we could stop dwelling on bad stuff and watch a movie instead. So there we were, both tuned out watching a movie so that we can protect her feelings. That's the elephant in the room I'm talking about.
I've just become so angry with the world too, I feel like I gave a lot to receive very little back. That in the end, nobody owes you anything, and no good deed goes unpunished.
I'm bracing myself from hurtling further down the abyss, because I don't know how much more of this I can take. Maybe I'm suffering from chemical imbalance right now, but this is what it feels like when you do not recover from your LL 18 months later. Take note.
Guichet still chases me for money with some collector, writes my NHS doctor that he warned me not to lengthen to 10cm but I did it in secret, that his namesake nail can never runaway and I'm psychologically confused.
So my dear doctor pours salt on my gaping wound too, why not?