Something happened on Monday past that i can't stop thinking about.
I had to go get an ultrasound. They didn't see anything so I have to go back for a CT scan. I haven't been feeling wonderful. Whatever. Bleh. That's not the point of this post.
I used to work there, at the hospital that I attended, & I was nervous going back because one of the most traumatic things to ever happen to me happened while I worked there (it was why I left actually) & I was nervous that I'd be recognised.
& I was, by an old friend. He asked how work was & I jokingly said it was killing me. He asked would I not come back to work at the hospital & I realised that no one cares what happened to me. I left thirteen years ago, they simply don't care.
So I went straight to my best friends house for tea & a chat about this (He was there with me at the time. We met while working at the hospital together.)
& I can't stop thinking about how easy it is to get trapped in a feeling, & to imagine that others are too. But they're not, theyre trapped in their own feelings, & it's pretty much always a prison of our own making.
I used to work there, at the hospital that I attended, & I was nervous going back because one of the most traumatic things to ever happen to me happened while I worked there (it was why I left actually) & I was nervous that I'd be recognised.
& I was, by an old friend. He asked how work was & I jokingly said it was killing me. He asked would I not come back to work at the hospital & I realised that no one cares what happened to me. I left thirteen years ago, they simply don't care.
So I went straight to my best friends house for tea & a chat about this (He was there with me at the time. We met while working at the hospital together.)
& I can't stop thinking about how easy it is to get trapped in a feeling, & to imagine that others are too. But they're not, theyre trapped in their own feelings, & it's pretty much always a prison of our own making.
