I'm supposed to have a minor surgery in a week. Tonight I sat down and finally filled out the paperwork that I'm supposed to bring with me. I'm trying to be prepared.
My eyes read over the list of instructions that came along with:
- No Aspirin.
- Ride home from the hospital.
- Caregiver for 24 hours post-opp.
Once you're a certain age you're trained to take care of yourself. You pay your own rent, in your own space, with your own car, bills and job.
In the midst of all my panicking, I begin to realize... this is why people get married! The love part too, but really, they get married so they're not the only one taking care of themselves. We get into relationships for that safety. Someday things like this, surgeries or other emergencies won't be as much of a ordeal. But for now... we all need our relationships for that support. What happens if you never get that support? I guess that's a worry for another day.
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Safety is the same reason we don't leave relationships. Depressing, isn't it?
One of my worst fears was co-dependency, being in a relationship and watching myself disappear. So as long as the rest of my life is safe, I can leave. Easy.
But this tapped into my state of mind these last few days. The rest of my life is not safe. Dear God, what am I going to do?
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