I love and am ecstatic about progressing physically but part of me is...kind of scared to. I've been in this non functioning correct body for 8 years and now I'm progressing physically kind of fast and it's almost foreign to me.
This happened in the ER during the stroke The main doctor kept doing sternum rubs on me, and I kept getting so annoyed. For those of you who don't know, sternum rubs are when they rub the bone in your chest with the palm of their hand. They do them to wake you up. Part of me knew what he was doing, and the other part of me didn't and thought he was trying to cop a feel. He kept doing the sternum rubs, and I kept smacking his hand and scoffing and saying to myself, “Dude! Enough, quit it!” Thinking back, he was probably as annoyed as I was for the misunderstanding.