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This is Fruitycake. It’s a hot one. Another hot one. It won’t be cooler until next week. It’s not been easy to stay cool. We aren’t Brickle.
After the terror of this week, and almost leaving this planet together, me and Girl Person, it’s been hard to recover from that.
But today, we went back to the scene of the crime. I aure didn’t want to. Neither did Girl Person. But we had to. We made a pact that we wouldn’t let the wounds get worse in our minds.
We decided together that avoiding that area of the woods forever wasn’t an option.
We didn’t want to be afraid. We wanted to face the fear immediately. We wanted to show that cable car we were stronger and that we were moving on.
So we went back to the scene of the crime.
The scene of the crime was scarier than I thought. But actually, I was stronger than I thought. I didn’t let it build up in my mind for years and worry and fret. Nope. I used to do that. So did Girl Person. But when you are trying to grow and heal and be your best, you deal what you need to deal with. You get on with your life. Because if you don’t, that cable car in your mind will try and hit you again. And you’ll let if it’s still there.
Yes, it was scary to have that thing almost take our lives. But it didn’t and we have the rest of our lives to make a difference. We will use this chance to turn things around.
What cable car is making you scared? What are you afraid to face? Maybe and not maybe, it’s true, today is the day to take care of that. Return to the scene of the crime so it doesn’t take your time.
–Fruitycake
My “cable car” was a major surgery to repair several incisional scars, adhesions, and hernias in my abdomen. I was told in December of 2023 I needed the surgery. Risks and benefits, including risks of being under anesthesia for several hours just scared me. I altered my diet to avoid the complications the hernia were causing, but that was not a good long-term solution. The diet was nutritionally deficient. So in March of 2025, I made an appointment with the surgeon. I saw her in April, had Botox injections in my abdomen in May (to mitigate pain and other complications of the surgery), and just sucked it up and had the surgery in June. I’m still convalescing. I knew the convalescence period would be a long one, and it hasn’t been without its complications. But I faced it and I did the thing I really needed to do. When I’m fully recovered, I’ll be able to eat a normal, well-balanced diet. I worked to lose weight ahead of the surgery because I knew that would help things go better. The home health physical therapist was scheduled to come for three months. She released me after 4 weeks. I’m not recovered yet, but I’m on my way, and when I am, I will look back and ask just one question: What was I afraid of?