So I have finally glimpsed the beginning of what a broken heart could feel like and let me say it’s certainly not a pleasant feeling. The only reason the effects haven’t hit me full on is because I’m secretly hoping this is just one of those downs but deep down inside, I know this is it. But when I look in the big picture it’s silly. My heart isn’t actually broken. There are probably more physical tears in my Achilles tendon than in my heart… Why aren’t I sobbing about that? Can you all join. me in praying for my Achilles tendon? And what about all the friendly (let’s for a moment ignore the sassy ones… But even they have their sweet moments) stroke patients at work? A part of their brain has just been bled into and yet I’m over here complaining. But despite all of that, it still hurts a lot and I hope my wishful thinking (that this is all fake) comes true.
In other news, I shall go observe the debate. After all that should be more important than this fictional disease I claim to have.