I am doing... okay. Coping is maybe the best word.
Monday was a bit of a blur. My parents met us at the clinic, the plan being they would take Mr. Lina to pick up his car that was in for warranty body work while we were gone. When I walked out of the clinic, my mom was walking towards me and all I could do was shake my head and I was enveloped in a tearful hug. Dad took Mr. Lina to get his car, Mom drove me home. My parents stayed until about 3 and by that point I was still stunned, too stunned to really feel anything.
Since they left, time has passed oddly, sometimes dragging, sometimes I'm surprised to find myself hungry again. We had a 5 hour black out (6pm-11pm) thanks to the storm that hit Toronto. This is much better than other areas of the city, a friend was without power for 24 hours and his last Facebook status indicated his neighbours across the street were still without power hours after his came back. I have spent time on the phone with my parents talking about everything but "the m word". My walking friend came over for a chat this morning. People have emailed me, I have replied when I can.
My workplace has been fantastic. On Tuesday morning, I sent an email to my manager and our director. I told them I wasn't sure what kind of time I was going to need, this is about mental health more than physical. Given that nothing developed, this has not been physically difficult. Not without pain, but I have known worse. We are so short handed at work and trying to train new people... I know they need me. And yet, in reply I was told by my director that I came first. My health was more important and I should take whatever time I need. I know this, but it is something I needed to hear so I don't rush back early with a false sense of guilt. I am going to take it one day at a time, not looking too far ahead. And today, the two of them sent me flowers. Flowers.
|My crazy hops plant, post trimming.|
|Clearly more emotion could be aimed at the weeds in my roses.|
I have booked an appointment to see our therapist tomorrow night. Mr. Lina has a production meeting that has been cancelled three times (including Monday) that he would like to continue on with. And that's fine. I'm not sure he's ready to hear me talk anyhow and the first visit will be a lot of catch up on what's happened. The rest of our appointments will be together, but I need to see her to start opening up a little more than stating facts like it's someone else I'm talking about. She will be key to us getting real closure on this chapter of our lives.
One thing I am feeling is anger at my body. I can't look at myself naked right now, no lingering between the shower and getting dressed. This is going to sound irrational but it's the way I feel, no one said it had to be logical. I'm angry at my breasts for lying to me and I don't want to observe the changes as they go back to normal. I don't even want to support them with a proper bra. I don't want to see the bruises on my abdomen that are a reminder of what I was doing to make this work. I'm not speaking to my uterus, it should not be empty. Writing that, thinking about that, acknowledging that there is intent behind my behaviour, that makes me feel something and tear up. (But no, I will not end up a never nude like Tobias, I will like my breasts again when they fit in my very pretty bra.)
I guess this seems like a bit of a list. As I say, it's like talking about someone else with the exception of the last paragraph. The hard emotional work will come.