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Ok, sex is not the answer to all my problems - it did NOT solve my health problem - but it is pure bliss and something I used to think I couldn't live without
Turns out I was able to do so for almost two months and follow doctor's strict orders, yay! \o/
Getting my sex life back after surgery, I could wite a book about that.
It's funny how my body felt like it had been run over by a 20-ton truck after surgery but the craving was actually there. I'm sure it was because I was bored out of my mind.
And now that my body is almost recovered I fall asleep as son as reach my bed.
Fortunately, people are being patient and understanding with me.
My new 5 scars look ugly and I'm kinda paranoid about feeling even the tiniest bit of pain but yeah, I'm trying to get my life back.
I used to think about sex as something purely physical, like excercise. I didn't need an emotional connection to enjoy it.
I have a different view now. I realized sometimes I'm even happier if I get to just hug someone in bed and fall asleep like that.
It's funny how some circumstances are like a turning point in your life and afterwards you just see things differently.
The challenge now is to find that special someone to understand my new self. I don't think there are many people out there willing to just spend the night cuddling and hugging. I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm behaving like a protective koala :-/
The pup has been hinting she wants to come visit but I don't think it's a good idea.
I want to kick myself but I only want to try this with someone who's not in my life anymore. She's the only one I would ask for help but yeah, she hates me.
And I said I would never write about her again and yes, you have permission to punch my face for doing it again and being so fucking stupid and weak over a broken friendship.
I guess when things like this happen and you have near-death experiences you can only think about the people who made you feel loved once, even if it was years ago. Your mind replays the moment when you were happy over and over again, like a broken record. And that's what helps you survive your own personal hell.
Of course I would never tell her what happened to me, about my scars or the pain I felt. The last thing I'd want is for her to say yes to whatever request out of pity.
As if (she'd ever talk to me again...).
Random stuff I write on Friday nights after a long day at work.
Turns out I was able to do so for almost two months and follow doctor's strict orders, yay! \o/
Getting my sex life back after surgery, I could wite a book about that.
It's funny how my body felt like it had been run over by a 20-ton truck after surgery but the craving was actually there. I'm sure it was because I was bored out of my mind.
And now that my body is almost recovered I fall asleep as son as reach my bed.
Fortunately, people are being patient and understanding with me.
My new 5 scars look ugly and I'm kinda paranoid about feeling even the tiniest bit of pain but yeah, I'm trying to get my life back.
I used to think about sex as something purely physical, like excercise. I didn't need an emotional connection to enjoy it.
I have a different view now. I realized sometimes I'm even happier if I get to just hug someone in bed and fall asleep like that.
It's funny how some circumstances are like a turning point in your life and afterwards you just see things differently.
The challenge now is to find that special someone to understand my new self. I don't think there are many people out there willing to just spend the night cuddling and hugging. I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm behaving like a protective koala :-/
The pup has been hinting she wants to come visit but I don't think it's a good idea.
I want to kick myself but I only want to try this with someone who's not in my life anymore. She's the only one I would ask for help but yeah, she hates me.
And I said I would never write about her again and yes, you have permission to punch my face for doing it again and being so fucking stupid and weak over a broken friendship.
I guess when things like this happen and you have near-death experiences you can only think about the people who made you feel loved once, even if it was years ago. Your mind replays the moment when you were happy over and over again, like a broken record. And that's what helps you survive your own personal hell.
Of course I would never tell her what happened to me, about my scars or the pain I felt. The last thing I'd want is for her to say yes to whatever request out of pity.
As if (she'd ever talk to me again...).
Random stuff I write on Friday nights after a long day at work.