Lair of the Lost Girl

Well... one thing I feel like saying here is - this isn't supposed to be easy. You know? You're right - you're losing a lot of stuff that's really important to you. It's *hard*. One thing you can do is think about what those things mean to you. Do veterinarians have piles of journals to catch up on? Or have you ever thought of writing a veterinary advice column? Is there anything you can put your skills to use doing that won't hurt you while you're healing? Exercise and dance are harder, I imagine - there's not as much researching or writing about to do there. But it's also not at all wrong to think that maybe the universe has decided you need to know who and what you are when you can't do those things, and try to learn it. It won't make the frustrations and pains any less... but it doesn't make 'em any worse, either (so long as you don't think of the universe as some evil scheming force dedicated to making your life miserable. Though that can be funny, too - imagine, the entire flippin' *universe* against an admittedly brilliant and wonderful woman).