I choose to be positive, but make no mistake THIS SUCKS and I would not wish this on my worst enemy. It’s very hard to not view this as ruining my life. Yes I’m met so many amazing people and learned so many great life lessons; blah blah blah. This halted so many important things to me; my career and being a CPA, my love of traveling and living 100% of my time at the condo to name a few.
I could be negative like “boo who I can’t walk my dog” but that’s not me and the last thing I want is to be treated with kid gloves/”oh poor Logan look what she’s had to endure.”
No. Fuck that. I’m the same person I was pre-surgery. I can handle less than pleasant things. Sure, maybe not the first few months (I was a bit preoccupied with just safely existing…) but it sickens me thinking there’s a chance people may be modifying how they’d otherwise react because I’m less than my normal self.
That. Is. Bullshit.
I can handle tough stuff. Hell, I can name personal tough things I’ve dealt with over the last two years.
So please. Treat me like the “normal” person I am.
