Trying to make your heart fit like a glove, what it needs is love love love
So it looks as though I'm writing again. None so surprised and pleased as I, I assure you!
It's funny. I realised today that I haven't quite absorbed the fact that I will never see a patient as an orthoptist again. I'm losing a big part of myself. But making that decision seems to be giving me back a piece of myself orthoptics had stolen from me. It's a weird kind of exchange to make. Weirder to acknowledge.
What deals have you had to make with yourself? What did you have to give up, and what did you gain?