When you have to sit down and re-analyze one or more aspects of your realize because something that's always been in your face and you had begun to take for granted and get used to, once again flares to remind you exactly how important it is to you.
I'd be lying if I said I hadn't spent the past 24 hours being bitchslapped by the facts of how important a certain someone is to me, how much they mean to me, and how easily I worried about them. Is worry about the right word? I knew they'd be fine (for the most part) and knew that it probably wasn't something bad, but still I worried. Not for any final state, but for the simple fact that they were in great pain. That alone made me worry and distressed. I wanted to be by their side and make their lives as comfortable as possible and do as much as I can.
I believe I did just that, and I'm glad that they're doing better now. So glad.
I just wish helping them hadn't come at the price of being smacked in the face by other things that needn't say the light of day.
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