Healing slowly

My nail fell off today. Hopefully, whatever they wanted it to do when they sewed it in place, did it’s thing. Not painful anymore, just uncomfortable. The good news is, Dr. Jones did such a great job sewing my finger back together that my bones may also grow back together. The XR showed that I sliced it just above where I fractured it back in 2007-2008 ish when I dropped the lid to my coffin rack onto it. Hopefully the nail comes back just as strong.

Started therapy last week. I like Sarah. James was less than thrilled to say the least, but he was quiet about it this week. So, we shall see. Part of me is impatient for it to be over so I can move in some sort of direction instead of continuing to spin my wheels. And the other part is so hesitant to let go. But these issues are not new. If he really wanted me, he would change his behavior too. And he refuses.

Part of me wants to call J up and admit he was right. Marriage, at least this one, was a bad idea.