Dear Diary,
I know that most people think I'm crazy for still writing a diary as old as I am, but right now, I don't really care.
I met the most amazing person today. One of the girls, A.J., who worked at the infirmary, took me on a tour of the base to show me around and introduce me to some of the people I would be working with.
Her dad, senior med Lifeline, was the first person she introduced me to. After we left, we got to talking, and she told me a few things about what not to say or do if I could help it, depending on the subject.
He's quite good looking and really very sweet. I don't understand why he's still single, or not involved with anyone.
There was an accident just after I came on duty for the first time and I was doing some stitching when I got cut on my shoulder. I'm still not sure how that happened.
I was sitting in the lounge later, taking care of my shoulder when he came in. I never said anything about where they came from, but I knew that he saw my scars and I think that he knows. I swear that I never said anything about it. I try not to even think about it.
He helped me wash and bandage the cut, and I realized that it was his shy, soft-spoken personality that kept him from initiating a relationship. I believe that he could possibly be a good friend if I would let him.
I won't let on to him how scared I am of people. I try to project the illusion that nothing bothers me, but somehow, I think he saw through it earlier.
Mother, you did a real number on me by hurting me the way you did. But, you know what? I don't care about that anymore. I still don't like you, and can barely tolerate talking to you.
I'm in a place now and on a team where I'm accepted for who I am and what I can do.
There's nothing you can do about it.
I know that most people think I'm crazy for still writing a diary as old as I am, but right now, I don't really care.
I met the most amazing person today. One of the girls, A.J., who worked at the infirmary, took me on a tour of the base to show me around and introduce me to some of the people I would be working with.
Her dad, senior med Lifeline, was the first person she introduced me to. After we left, we got to talking, and she told me a few things about what not to say or do if I could help it, depending on the subject.
He's quite good looking and really very sweet. I don't understand why he's still single, or not involved with anyone.
There was an accident just after I came on duty for the first time and I was doing some stitching when I got cut on my shoulder. I'm still not sure how that happened.
I was sitting in the lounge later, taking care of my shoulder when he came in. I never said anything about where they came from, but I knew that he saw my scars and I think that he knows. I swear that I never said anything about it. I try not to even think about it.
He helped me wash and bandage the cut, and I realized that it was his shy, soft-spoken personality that kept him from initiating a relationship. I believe that he could possibly be a good friend if I would let him.
I won't let on to him how scared I am of people. I try to project the illusion that nothing bothers me, but somehow, I think he saw through it earlier.
Mother, you did a real number on me by hurting me the way you did. But, you know what? I don't care about that anymore. I still don't like you, and can barely tolerate talking to you.
I'm in a place now and on a team where I'm accepted for who I am and what I can do.
There's nothing you can do about it.