Life Goes On

It really does. Just like the title of the excellent Noah and the Whale song, L.I.F.E. G.O.E.S. O.N. When I came home from the hospital a little over two weeks ago, I was totally and completely miserable.  I felt sad and scared and depressed and, worst of all, sorry for myself.  I absolutely can't stand self pity, but I couldn't help it. However, things are slowly but surely looking up.  I can shower again.  I no longer have to give myself a shot every morning.  I am not in much pain at all.  I'm once again ahead on my school work.  Even though I'm still on crutches (pretty treacherous in the winter I may add) I am able to go out and do things.  Originally, I thought that there was no way that I was going to be able to go to the Avett Brothers concert that I had already brought tickets to.  But I contacted the ticket lady and she made sure that my friend Jessie and I had a handicap seat.  The concert was yesterday and it was AMAZING. I love the Avett Brothers so much.  Sometimes the universe appears to be working against you, or maybe it doesn't just appear to be, but actually IS working against you. Who knows. Nevertheless, I am holding strong to my belief that everything happens for a reason, whether of not that reason every manifests itself in the end.