I’m feeling restless. And I’ve been spending far too much time thinking. I need to do something. I need to talk to someone.
Yeah, I need to get all this off my chest before I go nuts. This kind of thing isn’t something I want to keep in for long. Frankly, at this point I don’t even care who listens. I don’t care how they react.
Looking back, I wish I listened to Analynn. She said the truth would change me, change everyone. I should’ve listened.
Bored … gotta stop thinking about this before it gets out of hand.
adifferentkindofmagic:
Rest well, you need it.
Arm sling? What made you got operated at the first place? That sounds like a big operation.
Thanks, I will.
It should be a big operation. The injury I got a year ago was because I was shot. The bullet caused quite a bit of damage to the muscle tissue, almost ruptured a major blood vessel, and it fractured my shoulder blade. According to the doc, I’m lucky my shoulder healed as well as it did back then, considering. Even luckier that it hasn’t caused any major problems—aside from occasional aches—for a little over a year.
As for yesterday’s operation, apparently everything Avery did to fix my shoulder up the first time was coming undone, in layman’s terms. Unfortunately, he somehow missed some shrapnel lodged in my shoulder joint during the first operation, so that caused quite the complication. Even with that, the operation was a complete success. All that’s left is monitoring my shoulder as it heals.
And to make sure everything heals properly, I have to wear the sling. Maybe not for a whole month, but the doc insists.
(Source: justice-is-served)
adifferentkindofmagic:
You shouldn’t have done that, Daddy did that once and he was almost amputated because his wounds got infected. It’s important to heal properly, you know?
That’s some strict doctor…at least he gave you a distraction.
No need to tell me twice. From the looks of things, I won’t be released until sometime next week and even then, I have to stay home and keep my arm in a sling for a month. Avery’s moving in just to make sure I follow his orders.
When it comes to his patients, he’s very strict. I guess it’s his way of showing he cares. Avery’s really passionate about his work you know.
(Source: justice-is-served)
(I’m so confused. About everything.
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adifferentkindofmagic:
Oh, you’re not? I guess the police deserves some explanation, I’ll call them again.
What happened to your shoulder?
*sigh* Yes, please. I don’t want my doctor arrested over a false alarm.
Come to think of it … I guess in a way I am being held hostage. But that’s my own fault. You see, this isn’t the first time I had Dr. Avery—that’s his name by the way—as my doctor. I don’t know how he got here, but he did. Anyway, about a year ago, he treated my shoulder and a week after the operation, before my injuries fully healed, I …
Well, I kinda snuck out. He was pretty mad at me about that. Still is.
Hence the fact that I can’t even leave my bed. I’m lucky to even have my laptop here with me. I’m pretty sure he’s standing guard outside my door right now. I get it man, don’t leave until I’m healed. Yeesh.
(Source: justice-is-served)
adifferentkindofmagic:
justice-is-served:
Alright! The operation’s over, my shoulder’s not hurting, I’m awake and ready to face the day …
… and why is my ankle tied to the bedframe?
Wait, what operation?
And why are you tied up? Are you being held there againts your will?
Don’t worry, Polly! Trucy Wright will rescue you! I’m calling 911!
Trucy, NO. I am not being held against my will. I’m fine, I just needed to get my shoulder fixed, that’s all.
aceattorneygifs:
In my point of view… Kinda.
((reblogging because of reasons))
aceattorneygifs:
Okay, who put this here? (It’s pretty accurate, though.)
