The Return

My surgery is currently set for May, although I'm told that I'm on a short-list of patients in case there are any cancellations. When the previously-mentioned professional told me that I'd need to get it done, she made it sound as if it were an emergency and I'd be cut open and convalescing by next week. As it turns out... no, it's not much of an emergency. Unless the meaning of the word changed to 'continue as normal'.

So now that I have the last of my things back from her, there aren't too many routes for us to take. She says that she wants us to stay friends - (oh, you've heard this one before, too?) - but I don't think she understands exactly what that means. In a lot of ways, friendships take more effort than relationships; even relationships of a specific nature. There are many intolerable things that she won't compromise on; not to save a friendship and certainly not to save my feelings. I know this for certain, even though I hope I'm wrong. And if in the end we realize that a friendship was just too unrealistic, it'll hurt, but I won't die. Just the usual emergency.