Fuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk. I woke up with my belly on fire this morning. Everything below my belly button is enveloped in white hot pain. I thought the surgery would rid me of this. It rid me of something, alright, but not what it was supposed to. What a stupid, naive girl I was, making a decision that would affect so much, yet so little at the same time.

It's funny how, once a person learns to deal with pain, physical or mental, they go right back into their routine once the pain returns. My breathing changes. My state of mind alters into this sort of meditation state, where I try to push it away with my mind. I used to do it all the time, all day long, and I find I can slip it back on like an old sweater when necessary.

Well, then... time to pop some pills and start my day.