I went to a therapist a long time ago who told me to dissociate from my emotions and watch them pass in front of me, like on a tv screen. I always try to do that now, but I like them to wash through me like a colander sometimes, most of the time, when I think about it. Or that is just an image living entirely in my head.
I sprained my ankle at soccer practice yesterday. I had to leave my foot in an ice bath for ages and take Advil. You know, my mom didn't use any painkillers when she had me, except an apple pie from McDonalds and the floor plans for every house my dad lived in as a child. There were quite a few.