Yesterday was long and exhausting, which is probably contributing to my gloomy mood this morning. I began work at 7, and continued until almost 10:30 at night. I had trouble unwinding and, despite my fatigue, found myself tossing and turning for a few hours. I was looking forward to a few nights of uninterrupted (i.e. child-free) sleep, but it seems that my slumber aspirations won't be come a reality.
Despite the long hours, I have had a wonderful time visiting with my amputee friends. I love the camaraderie of those impacted by limb loss, and the wholehearted acceptance shown to everybody who enters our ranks. Walking through the conference halls, I find myself overflowing with pride and admiration for this wonderful community. Losing a limb stinks, but becoming part of this amazing tribe of individuals helps to lessen the blow. If there is a benefit to limb loss, it is definitely the becoming embraced by the amputee community.
I woke up this morning profoundly sad. I miss my boys! Since I can't
hug them for a few days, I'm hoping that many of my amputee friends will
fill the void today as I attack day 3 of conference.