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I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via wordsnquotes)
Super fucking depressed right now.
At this point and time, I'm fairly certain I'm a horrible person who deserves to be punished.
Little Larry will be having surgery on Thursday. I'm a little nervous. He's getting an eye removed, so he'll be Pirate Larry when he comes back home!
Having a girlfriend is clearly SUPER distracting.
And I’m starting school in a few weeks, and I’m sure that’ll just add to the whole ‘Aleks is super distracted’ thing that we’ve got going on.
Check back in five years...hopefully I’ll be less distracted then ;)
So my gf bought me a couch. And then gave me an iPad mini. I'm turning into a kept woman!! ;)
Larry, the newest addition to the pack!! He's a 13 year old JRT who I'm pretty sure is mostly blind and deaf. The most chill dog EVAH!!
Someone came into my house again and took more of my shit..so I've been feeling kinda blah lately and not posting. Will try to get back into the swing of things with that Calzona fan fic soon.
Rock the Casbah
Chapter 2
It had been a few hours since Teddy had left for her shift at the hospital. During that time Arizona had taken a shower, gotten dressed, and began going over cases that Alex had dropped off the previous night. The past month Arizona had taken on more of a consultant role in her department. She had been cleared for surgery for a while, and had gotten back to what was a 'normal' amount of surgeries for her per week. Yet in the past two months she found herself becoming more reclusive. She had no problems with any of the physical demands of surgery, but mentally she just wasn't there. It wasn't even the fact that surgery could, and often was, mentally taxing, but rather Arizona just wasn't Arizona anymore. She wasn't sure when it started or why it began, but it was now to the point where there was no way that she could deny it. So a month ago Arizona made up some excuse to the chief about why she needed to take time away from the OR for a while. She implied that it was related to issues that she was having with her leg, and the chief immediately told her to take as long as she needed to get things sorted out. Dr. Hunt carried a lot of guilt regarding the crash and what happened to Arizona, as he was technically the one who put her on the plane. Arizona harbored no ill will towards the man, but she also had no desire to try to explain to him what was going on inside her head…she didn't even understand what was happening to her mind…to herself. So she let him believe it was related to her leg as an easy out. She just needed to take some time to step back from everything and figure out exactly where she had retreated inside herself.
Arizona got up from the couch where she had been going over cases, and pulled out her phone to text Alex some questions. She was so grateful to have him there at the hospital. If she couldn't be there, Alex was the next best thing. He was an amazing surgeon, and truthfully, just as an amazing human being. Arizona had enjoyed mentoring Alex the past few years. As much as he liked to pretend that he didn't care and put forth this 'too cool for school' attitude, Arizona had gotten to know the real Alex, and he really was a good guy. After the plane crash, before she was able to get back on her feet (both literally and figuratively) Alex ran her department, and he did a damn good job of it. Every day Alex came into the hospital his first stop was Arizona's room, and before leaving at the end of each shift he would stop by again to check on her. Alex would keep her updated on patients, but he did more than that. He became her friend and protector. Arizona never felt like the kind of person who needed protecting, but losing a leg certainly did put one in a vulnerable position.
BZZZ
Arizona glanced down at her phone to see that Alex had texted her back.
Dude, I can't play 20 questions right now. ONE of us has to actually be a surgeon, and you know, perform surgeries.
Arizona couldn't help but let a huge grin emerge across her face. Alex could be gruff at times, but
BZZZ
I'm off tomorrow tho. So make that chicken casserole thing and I'll come over and we can talk then. Deal?
Deal. It'll be ready by 7pm. Thanks! :) :) :)
Whatever.
Arizona quietly chuckled to herself as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. Plopping herself down on the couch, she rhythmically drummed her fingertips on the tops of her thighs, trying to figure out what she was going to do for the rest of the day.
"Callie," she murmured quietly to herself. She had told Teddy that she would email her before going to bed tonight. No reason that she couldn't go ahead and knock that out now. Arizona pulled out her phone to order a pizza for dinner. She went around the house tidying things up while she waited for her food to arrive. Once the apartment looked like two adults lived there, as opposed to two small children, she poured herself a glass of wine before sitting down at the small desk in the corner of the living room. She opened her laptop and stared at the screen for a few moments. She opened her email and pulled out the piece of paper in her pocket with Callie's email address on it.
"Oh shit."
Arizona groaned audibly.
"This is so not going to work."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Arizona was momentarily startled, until she remembered that she had ordered a pizza.
"Coming!" she quickly called as she closed her laptop. She got up and walked to the door. Opening it she smiled and handed the deliveryman two $20 dollar bills, took her two pizzas, and quickly made her way back to the couch.
It had been two hours since her pizza had arrived. It was getting late. Arizona would need to go to bed soon. That meant that she could no longer put if off; she had to email Callie now.
She pushed herself off the couch and walked back over to the desk. She sat down in the small chair and opened her laptop again.
"Okay," she said out loud. "Well, obviously I need to come up with a new email address. She's a surgeon and I'm a surgeon. And I'm a well-known surgeon. Who runs her own department. With a WEIRD name. No way I'm going to let her know that Arizona Robbins is emailing her. The Arizona Robbins who only has one leg because she was in a horrific plane crash that made the national news."
Arizona did her best thinking out loud, and even at work would often be found mumbling to herself about a case. Alone at home though, she would carry on a conversation with herself just like she would with anyone else.
The next hour flew by quickly. Arizona figured out a new email address and had written Callie a lengthy, but not overly personal email. A smug sense of satisfaction enveloped Arizona as she hit 'send' before closing her laptop to make her way to bed for the night.
So fucking miserable.
Rock the Casbah
Chapter 1
"Arizona, this just isn't going to work anymore."
Teddy leaned against the doorframe of Arizona's room, staring at her back. Arizona was curled up in the fetal position in her bed, with her back to Teddy. She didn't move, and to anyone else, it would appear that she was asleep. Teddy knew better though.
"You need to do something different," Teddy said as she slowly took a few steps into her room.
Silence.
"This isn't healthy, Arizona."
Silence.
"I want to help you; please let me."
Arizona took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before slowly letting it out.
"Arizona," Teddy began.
"Just stop. Please." There was no malice in Arizona's voice. Her tone was flat and calm. She had heard everything that Teddy was saying now thousands of times before. It wasn't just Teddy who told her these things, but her own conscious. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, her own resolve began to break. Her own mind turned on her. She began to slowly give up on herself. She began to slowly give up on the possibility of ever returning to any normalcy in her life. She would never be the Arizona that she was before the accident. It wasn't even about losing her leg anymore; rather, she had lost her self, and she was becoming more and more certain that she would never find herself ever again.
"Look, I'm your friend, and I love you, and you're going to hear me out on this and not interrupt me." Teddy's voice suddenly snapped Arizona back to the present.
"Okay," came the meek reply from Arizona.
"I know that right now even the thought of leaving the apartment is too much for you. I get that, I really do. But I also know the longer you stay cooped up in here, the harder it will be. I mean, at some point you have to get out and live your life, and you need to start taking baby steps towards that."
Teddy started to feel flustered. This all sounded much better and made much more sense in her head.
Arizona shifted onto her back. She kept her eyes tightly closed, but tried her best to let Teddy's words wash over her, and actually sink in.
"So I still have a lot of Army buddies serving overseas, and it can be lonely there. I mean, they have each other, but it's still hard. Being so removed from home and what used to be your normal life is difficult. You know that, Arizona. You know that better than most people."
Teddy worried that she was starting to sound desperate. The truth was, she was. She was desperate to help her friend. Arizona hadn't been the same since the plane crash that took her leg. It wasn't the obvious lack of leg that Teddy was concerned about, but rather Arizona seemed to have become a shell of her former self. It was as if all the Arizona had been scooped out at some point.
Teddy continued to speak, but Arizona didn't hear her. It wasn't that she was trying to ignore her friend, but rather the opposite. She was stuck ruminating on things that Teddy had told her in the past. Teddy was right; she couldn't continue on like this. Something had to give. She couldn't keep slipping more and more into herself. It wasn't even herself that she was slipping into, was it? Internally, something fundamentally changed when that plane fell out of the sky. Yes, she lost her leg, but she was adjusting to that. It was as if Arizona lost the essence of who she was…of what made her Arizona and not someone else…and it was that that terrified her most.
"…so her name is Callie and she's a surgeon. She's stationed in Iraq and this is her second tour of duty over there."
Arizona snapped back to reality upon realizing that Teddy had continued talking. Arizona blinked her eyes a few times before propping herself up on her elbow to look at Teddy as she continued speaking.
"Anyway, she doesn't know anything about you. It's like a 'friend of a friend of a friend' type thing. She doesn't know that you're missing a leg, that you're a surgeon, or even that you're a doctor. And you don't have to tell her any of that stuff at first when you email her. Honestly, when I was there, a part of me lived for conversations with people back home about going to the grocery store." Teddy was concerned. She couldn't read Arizona, and kept squeezing and releasing her two hands.
Arizona stared at her friend intently. She obviously had missed much of what Teddy had said, but it seemed as if this Callie was supposed to be some sort of pen pal for Arizona. Or maybe it was Arizona who was supposed to be the pen pal for Callie? Arizona liked that idea much better. She liked the idea of it being about someone else. She liked helping other people; it's why she became a doctor. She wanted to help heal people. She felt useless in terms of trying to heal herself, but perhaps she could be an encouragement and a friend to this Callie.
Teddy shifted her weight uneasily as Arizona sat up in her bed, resting her back on the headboard. Teddy reached into her pocket as she took a few steps forward. She shoved her hand out towards Arizona, with a small piece of paper folded neatly in it.
"So, this is her email address," Teddy stated as she waited for Arizona to take the paper. She opened her mouth to speak again, but before she could, Arizona cut her off.
"Okay," she said as she took the paper from Teddy's slightly trembling hand, "I'll make sure to email her before I go to bed tonight."
Arizona smiled sweetly at her friend, who almost looked slightly panicked.
"Okay. Great!" Teddy replied as a wide grin emerged on her face. She took a step back and then turned around to leave Arizona's room. As she walked into their living room, she shut the door behind her and audibly sighed. She continued towards her room with a smug grin of self-satisfaction on her face. Maybe this whole Army pen pal thing was exactly what Arizona needed to find herself again and come out of her shell. It would allow her to be social and interact with someone, but in a very safe environment for Arizona. It would be great for Callie as well. Teddy knew all too well what it was like to be a surgeon in wartime. Light and carefree conversations about the best type of pasta would be a welcome distraction for Callie. Teddy quietly chuckled to herself as she got ready to leave for work at the hospital. This had been a genius idea, and she was more than a little proud of herself.
Potatoh my gosh.
Yes. Good.
There is no wrong way to eat a potato.
There is no greater pain or punishment than memory.
Victoria Aveyard, Queen Song (via wordsnquotes)
Okay, I think I’ve decided to start working on that Calzona fan fic again. As of right now, I’m planning on posting updates here on tumblr twice a week (Mondays and Thursdays). Hopefully I’ll be able to keep up!!
My arms were NOT pleased with getting poked the other day.
I have been so exhausted lately...blah.
Tumblr needs more options than just "liking" a post. I posted last night about getting a pelvic exam in the ER. I didn't say WHY I needed it. One of the reasons would be because of a sexual assault. That's not really the kind of thing to "like"...you know?