It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 6 by stackingcups, literature
Literature
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 6
Daily Physio. It's torture. The first few days are spent just sitting up. Not actually getting myself into a sitting position, or holding myself there. No that's all done for me but its alien to be upright. I feel entirely off balance. My arm stumps flail about as if I can stop myself from falling. Not that I will, I'm held and supported firmly but I do not feel safe.
Eventually I can sit up unaided for a short period. I can't get myself up but I can just sit unaided for up to a minute. Then I fall back onto my pillows with relief. I cannot properly explain how exhausting this all is. I work up a heavy sweat just sitting on my arse.
As we p
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 4 by stackingcups, literature
Literature
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 4
I'm convinced we are being punished for our sexual fantasies over the years. I've told Tom this. Of course he insists that cannot be true it's just a sad coincidence.
It's like someone granted a wish but in order to teach us a lesson. Not to make us happy but to break us down. Tom, is facing the reality of having to be his wife's carer. I don't think we ever imagined what 'helpless' would actually entail. I'm facing the reality of amputation. It's not beautiful. I don't wriggle sexily. Sex! Ha. I can't even begin to think of such things. What there is is pain. Swelling. Surgeries, horrible sights.
I'm now infection free which we are hoping
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 3 by stackingcups, literature
Literature
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 3
I think I've been properly awake for around a week now. For a long time I just seemed to drift in and out. Alison is one of my regular nurses. I like her, she just seems very normal. Real.
So, I'm in ICU. I think it's been around 3 or 4 weeks. Not much seems real here. I'm in this bed, at an angle of not quite sitting but not quite laying. It means I can see a bit more going on around but I can sleep too. It means I can see my 'residual limbs' which is a good reminder when I feel it's not real. But sometimes I want to be in blissful ignorance and not know.
Before I was awake properly, Tom had to tell me a few times what had happened. Having
It wasn't meant to be like this. by stackingcups, literature
Literature
It wasn't meant to be like this.
I'm laid here, in the knowledge that our fantasies, everything we wished for, has happened. The fiction we've read online, the pretending we've done. It's not supposed to feel like this. I'm supposed to struggle to seem outwardly distressed but secretly be so happy. We are supposed to smile knowingly at each other, feel turned on and look forward to our exciting future together.
I'm laid here, with my husband ashen faced, looking like his tears have run dry. I'm laid here thinking how I don't want this. How I can't do this. How I'm an idiot for ever wanting this.
My husband has had to break the news to me that I'm in hospital. That they had
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 6 by stackingcups, literature
Literature
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 6
Daily Physio. It's torture. The first few days are spent just sitting up. Not actually getting myself into a sitting position, or holding myself there. No that's all done for me but its alien to be upright. I feel entirely off balance. My arm stumps flail about as if I can stop myself from falling. Not that I will, I'm held and supported firmly but I do not feel safe.
Eventually I can sit up unaided for a short period. I can't get myself up but I can just sit unaided for up to a minute. Then I fall back onto my pillows with relief. I cannot properly explain how exhausting this all is. I work up a heavy sweat just sitting on my arse.
As we p
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 4 by stackingcups, literature
Literature
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 4
I'm convinced we are being punished for our sexual fantasies over the years. I've told Tom this. Of course he insists that cannot be true it's just a sad coincidence.
It's like someone granted a wish but in order to teach us a lesson. Not to make us happy but to break us down. Tom, is facing the reality of having to be his wife's carer. I don't think we ever imagined what 'helpless' would actually entail. I'm facing the reality of amputation. It's not beautiful. I don't wriggle sexily. Sex! Ha. I can't even begin to think of such things. What there is is pain. Swelling. Surgeries, horrible sights.
I'm now infection free which we are hoping
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 3 by stackingcups, literature
Literature
It wasn't meant to be like this pt. 3
I think I've been properly awake for around a week now. For a long time I just seemed to drift in and out. Alison is one of my regular nurses. I like her, she just seems very normal. Real.
So, I'm in ICU. I think it's been around 3 or 4 weeks. Not much seems real here. I'm in this bed, at an angle of not quite sitting but not quite laying. It means I can see a bit more going on around but I can sleep too. It means I can see my 'residual limbs' which is a good reminder when I feel it's not real. But sometimes I want to be in blissful ignorance and not know.
Before I was awake properly, Tom had to tell me a few times what had happened. Having
The Dragon and the Knight by CrimsonGuard87, literature
Literature
The Dragon and the Knight
The sound of metal armor clanking against itself heralded the approach of the unexpected visitor to the dragon long before they would arrive. That was one of the features of the cave he called home that he liked. It wasn't so big as to allow a group of thieves to get behind him, nor was it so small that he couldn't move around if he had to. It had a single entrance so no one could sneak in behind him and, thanks to a quirk in the local geology, the main chamber where he and his horde resided allowed him to hear anything that got too close, be that a stray rabbit to a suicidal hedge knight, and he had no doubt that his approaching visitor was a hedge knight. The dragon had faced actual knights and their armor had never made this much noise. If he had to guess, the human was probably the son of a wealthy merchant or a very minor noble, or possibly a knight who was down on his luck. That would explain the armor and why it clearly wasn't a custom suit. Odds were, the wannabe knight had