It's been a year of healing (healing still), bumps, lottsa bruises, cuts, scraps, walkers (LOL), grandma canes on loan, and couch surfing.
Note: I'm a crappy couch surfer.
But this ride will soon come to an end, I declare this because I refuse anything otherwise. My sanity deems it, needs it - freakin' really bad!
I fractured my ankle while away in LA outside of In N Out. Everyone said "Sue! Sue! Sue!". But I'm not that type of person, far from it. "You're not working, get some money" Yeah, I'm sooo not that person. The fracture sounded like a bad "crunch" and I yelped as my knee hit the pavement.
R.I.C.E + prayer, praying still. Thankfully nothing got broke. So couch surfing it was for x amount of days.
I tried to smile, and most of the time I did smile genuinely throughout my stay in LA. Family felt bad for me, naturally, but I gritted my teeth, said it was "cool". Freaking out would be useless and silly. I visited LA not for a vacation but for more deeply personal reasons where thrills and fun were not part of the "must do" list.
My little cousin passed away and I was there for her. Fun in Los Angeles will be left for another time. When I think of her, my cousin, I get a bit speechless. Her face masking such pain. I can relate, very much... I wish more could have been done. But we all say that after the fact, don't we?
What grieved me throughout my stay in LA was Words. Now, I love words, though words can be played very wrong. The words you speak, hear, or perceive when strung together can be beautiful, but also terribly destructive, harmful, hurtful and cutting, sometimes maiming. Like, if you have no idea, or maybe even if you have a possible idea but you're still not sure, like 100% sure... yeah, you better just shut it.
Than again, if you say too little where correction is never shared but kept mum, that too is just as harmful. You know you're doing this when pride gets in the way of truth. Pride is a mutherfucker, and we all wrestle with it.
Words... I'll stick to the pretty ones, for now.
