Get Well Words For Stroke Victim

A survey of pain

One of those nights when you're sad, and want to pet the pain as if it were a physical illness.

You get a broth, put you to bed, watch the most stupid of the early evening broadcasts, games from home, hoping to have a fever for not going to work, do not have it, tear down an aspirin .

You complain like a dog, you annihilate the mattress, you it liquefies. Put your head under the pillow, breaststroke, you drop it while looking for your slippers upside down. Remains grounded for a while ', will close in egg, property for twenty seconds, collapses to the side, accusing the cold and the hard floor, you climb in bed with difficulty. You let yourself fall again, hoping that the splash break the spell, but you only breaks bones. Frost again, go to the bathroom.

you clings on the doors of cabinets, doors, sinks, you ammosci on the toilet first forward and then backward, his head bowed, would you fall into it like when you were six years old.

You're not going to react to the pain, do whatever you must do, not resisting, not conflict with the thought, the thoughts are exhausted, the mechanisms that generate them even more.

Sleep 24, 48, 96 hours straight and then ... and then you'll see.