I tend to think of myself as someone in the background. Yes, people like me and notice me and think I'm a good guy and all, but generally, I'm one of the group, one of the crowd. I have been the center of a lot of activity in the last few weeks. I can't say I've loved all of it. Suctioning may be necessary in your life some day, but it's the most unpleasant thing I've ever allowed requested someone to do to me. I have been about as scared as I've ever been in my life, and I have felt more loved than I have ever felt.
There's no way for me to express the gratitude I feel towards all of you -- those who visited me in the hospital, like
leback and
waywardcats and
tracytreefrog (and the rest of my blood family, who won't read this) and
sogwife; the phone calls I received from people like
elisem and
snippy; the balloons from
epi_lj,
oksana, and
clawfoot; and my Guardian Butterfly from
kalmn. There are others, and I may be forgetting some.
But anyway, I am slowly on the mend. Today was the first day I slept through the night. I can see normal from here, and want it desperately.
Again, thanks to everyone. I don't know how I would've gotten through it without my loved ones and all your thoughts, prayers, wishes, and good vibes.
And
wild_irises, you deserve some kind of medal or parade or something for helping me and
loracs and
serenejournal to get through all of this.