guinevere

I can't sleep, I can't stay at a place longer than an hour..

I have fear. 17 days until I have to go back to hospital to get my ankle operated.. The third operation now..

I can feel the pain in my leg, the sleepless nights, the tears running down my face, I taste them.. The time which doesn't pass..
I know I should be "happy" that they can help me, but this thought doesn't help me at the moment..

I had to choose the simple way or the right way, I decided to choose the second one, but now, just two weeks before I have to walk again trough hell, I'm not sure anymore....