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Sep. 25th, 2010 07:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
khiemtranIt's not as though I didn't already appreciate how much my friends and neighbours with chronic pain already suffered, but this injury has been a timely reminder of just how frustrating even a small amount of pain can be, if it never ever stops. Some of my neighbours must have the souls of saints. Either that on they're own really good drugs. Maybe even both.
On the bright side, I've finally got my voice back now, and, as usual, I can't stop talking. Nothing like deprivation to make you treasure something. There was a time, years ago, when I considered myself an introvert. In truth though, I was always talking, it's just that most of the conversation was with myself. Now, I think of good conversation as one of the joys of living.
On the bright side, I've finally got my voice back now, and, as usual, I can't stop talking. Nothing like deprivation to make you treasure something. There was a time, years ago, when I considered myself an introvert. In truth though, I was always talking, it's just that most of the conversation was with myself. Now, I think of good conversation as one of the joys of living.
