I got in to see the doctor today. Everything was healing fine physically. It was unfortunate that they sat me in chair facing the cork-board covered in other patient’s newborns. So I sat in her office and cried to her. I hated crying to her. I wanted to be all buttoned up and articulate and intimidating. When I finally managed to eep out my dissatisfaction, her answers made me cringe. She didn’t say anything right. Really, I guess she can’t tell me what I want to hear.


Whether my doctor told me to come in yesterday or today or never wouldn’t change anything. I don’t have the energy to be angry, I’m concentrating on not falling apart.


I can’t write more about it now. Today was too much. I just wanted to write here that physically everything is fine, and emotionally I’m getting there too. I’m going to keep moving.

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