I remember when I was in college at a friend's birthday celebration I inadvertently burned my wrist on the exposed handle of a fajita skillet. At the time, it hurt. It did. I had suffered a severe burn...my guess is a Second degree. However, it wasn't until several days later that some say my nerves began to regenerate that my arm was hurting in such a way that I wanted to cut it off. I called my Nana crying in desperation seeking condolences, advice, and relief.
As the initial shock and exhaustion are beginning to subside. Grief takes full hold. I feel a similar way again.
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