Blister

The sore I had on my stump has now blistered, and it looks like I'm going to be off my feet for a while. My hopes and ambitions are crumbling, and it's getting very hard to maintain any semblance of positivity. Denise is trying to keep my mood from turning black, but it's a bubble that's more than ready to burst. This is so fucking depressing it's not true. Every time I think I'm making any progress, I just get smacked down. What's the point even trying? So far, I have really tried to stay positive, but I'm running out of energy. I can't keep taking there setbacks. I'm sure that he I resolve this issue of the fragility of my stump, I can get back to my old self. In the meantime ...