The trial is taking its toll in subtle ways. In my own way, I can't help but relive the day of the shooting, especially how bright (yet tired) Zach looked when he finally finally came home. It's a curious, surreal experience, culminating in a bout of insomnia last night. I accidentally compensated for this lack of sleep by rising at 5:00AM to go to the gym, and then falling asleep in lab for an hour this afternoon. Apparently, I haven't fully recovered from having a fanatic shoot his way into my boyfriend's life.
A close friend of ours had surgery earlier this week for a potentially serious condition. Luckily, all is well -- skillfull surgeons did more good than harm, and she's well on her way to a full recovery. Zach stayed with her the other night and reported that her appetite was returning. Friends were bringing her food, and I decided to help out as well.
While others brought her practical food, I apparently don't understand the rigors of abdominal surgery that well. I brought her cookies. She smiled weakly and giggled, but she couldn't laugh too hard.
"It's my stitches, James! I can laugh... but, not too hard because I'm not done healing."
I know the feeling.
Posted by James at April 18, 2008 09:43 PM