The Fetal Diaries #17: One of the days when I wish I wasn’t a TCK..

Posted by kristine on February 12th, 2008 | Categorized as Blog | 262 views and 3 Comments

Oh man, first time I’ve talked to my ex since his accident. Man, I feel so helpless, and soooo sad. I didn’t know it was that bad, I mean his case and stuff. Apparently, he dislocated his hip, broke his shoulders and some of his ribs. He’s up, but with crutches, his left leg not working at all. He’s on crutches till April, and rehab until fall. He showed me his HUGE surgery scar, and it was huge. Two decimeters long, scar running along his thigh. It’s bandaged, but I can see the blood seep through it. He said that right after surgery, he had to go through extremely PAINFUL therapies, and he said he thought he was gonna die through it. Oh man, I feel sooo helpless. I miss him so much, and looking at him showing me his scars, crutches, and telling me about what he’s gone through, I’m like whoa, I REALLY wish I was there. There is this CRAVING to give him a hug. Sure, he’s my ex, but I love him so much - as a friend - maybe more, I don’t know, and it sucks seeing him like this. He’s one of those guys that LOVE to live their lives, an adrenaline junkie, and seeing him stuck with his crutches for soooo long, and hearing him talk about how he’s gonna be stuck, all I can say is be strong. I can’t even give him a hug. This really sucks. I was soooo terrified when I saw the scars, and was tearing up when he showed me. He’s going through sooo much, and I’m not ever CLOSE to him. I barely catch him online with school and work. Dammit, I shoulda gone to Sweden when he asked me to. Well gtg pce.

Born in the Philippines, then lived in Abu Dhabi, UAE for almost 4 years. Immigrated to Calgary, Canada (one of the most, if not THE most diverse city in Canada), but lives even farther north now (where it seems to be the opposite of Calgary).