Back to tufts..

... for follow up appointments last week. It’s a weird feeling. Everyyyyone here pretty much knows me. There are people that say hi to me and are so happy to see me up and standing. I remember some of these people. But most of them I don’t.

I make my rounds to see my “friends.” All of my doctors and nurses.

I’m having my sutures out from my last surgery, I’m having needles put into my vocal cords to hopefully make my voice come back, I’m having check ups to see if my hearing will get any better..

For the first time, I took myself to these appointments. I put on my big girl pants and I just did it.

At the end of them, I went to valet to get my car and the sun came around the corner and hit me in the face. I didn’t expect it to feel so good on my face. I think came to the realization that I was “done.” I’m not an emergent patient anymore. I just go back for wellness check ups.

With the sun on my face, I’m listening to fight song on the way home, and I’m bawling.

The good. The bad. The ugly (crying).

This is me. In all of my blissful happiness, even with tears. Healing isn’t always pretty, but I promise it’s worth it.

xo