I'm more relaxed now. Didn't hear from everyone (and closed my cell phone during a seminar), but the stress faded after an hour or so.
I'm used to rockets. I can live with that. This is (bombings) a new genre to experience from this close.
Oh, also - this wasn't a suicide bombing. Just a bombing.
50 fucking meters from my every other day bus stop, fuck it.
Happy birthday to Raquel, you gorgeous thing.
Oh Shir, how awful! I'm so happy that you are safe and sound, but it breaks my heart to hear you say that you are used to rockets. No one should be used to rockets.
I live in such a bubble here in the US.
And please forgive the rough transition, but...
Happy birthday, Raq!
Thanks guys. It's sort of a sucky birthday in the midst of a sucky period (which is why I haven't been around a lot and have been a generally flaky mess).
But I'm not getting my bus stop bombed, or dealing with the aftermath of an earthquake/tsunami, so I'm gonna try to engage again.
I'm sorry to hear it, Raq. But we do miss you, so I'm glad to be able to wish you good wishes on your birthday.
Oh Raq, I'm sorry for the suck. I wish you the glorious you deserve. And a Happy Birthday.
Shir, I'm glad you and yours are safe.
I wish you the glorious you deserve.
Raq, I share Beverly's wish for you.
May this be your best year yet...and may this sucky period pass quickly.
{{{Shir}}} I'm so glad you're safe.
{{{Raq}}} I'm sorry to hear about the suck. I hope you're birthday and things in general improve dramatically for you.
I went to PT today and it was re-evaluation time because it has been a month, and the PT noted a great deal of improvement in my strength in certain areas! There is still so much work to be done, but it feels so good to know that all the hard work is doing something.