I'm left wondering when, exactly, The Torturer had time to bribe all of you. Clearly, I never should have interviewed the man because now all of you like him. You like him, you respect what he says, and (shudder) you take his side when I get in arguments with him. How the hell did that happen? The man is an ogre!
My friend, Goodfather, even threatened to have a beer with The Torturer if I quit PT. Traitor! How could he even think of such a thing?
By the way, for all you Torturer fans, he left a comment on yesterday's post. If you're interested in reading what he had to say you can click here and scroll down. Personally, I wouldn't bother.
Thank you for all the comments and emails yesterday. Normally I try to get back to as many people as possible on email, but I was at PRs baseball practice and watching the debate last night. Those two activities took up all my email time.
Your comments and emails were like one big cyber-hug that reached out beyond continents. (Except a lot of you were scolding me and that part didn't feel like a hug.) A few of you, just maybe, could have sided with me and said, "Quit!" but none of you did. Not even one of my readers sided with me, although Jo did suggest I take a few days off as a mental health break.
One of the first emails I received on yesterday's post made me cringe. It immediately stood out from the other emails in my Inbox just by virtue of the sender's name. The typeface was the same as every other email, but in my mind it appeared to be BIG and BOLD. I tried to ignore it, but there was no avoiding it. Even before I opened it, the subject line was visible and chiding me. The subject line read, "Don't you Dare!"
The email was from Mr. B, who used to work with The Torturer. Mr. B treated me in the first year after my accident whenever The Torturer had a day off. He no longer works with The Torturer, but Mr. B has remained my friend. He is a friend who is a physical therapist and he has detailed medical information about my surgeries and recovery.
There's no avoiding the fact that Mr. B knows what he's talking about regarding my arm. I didn't really want to read his email after seeing the subject line, but I did anyway. Mainly because Mr. B is my friend, but also because I'm just a little bit afraid of him. He is one tough Torturer himself at times.
Mr. B knows me well on a personal level also and he's willing to play dirty to make me do what he wants. You know what he wrote? He told me to think of my kids (who he knows) and what I would be teaching them if I quit. Yeah, he dragged my weak spot kids into the mix. (Several of you followed along those same lines with your comments.) Then he reminded me he's here for me if I need to talk. Mr. B knows as well as anyone what an ass The Torturer can be and he sided with him anyway. What the hell?
To the new readers who took the time to comment, thank you. I promise I can be fun sometimes too. (Well, at least I crack myself up a lot and that can be amusing to watch.)
To the subscribers who threatened to unsubscribe if I quit PT, you must know my other weakness. I rarely even look at how many subscribers I have because I don't think I could bare to see the number decrease. I'm too new to the blogosphere to have toughened up yet to blog rejection. Instead, I mostly refuse to look at that number. Every once in a great while, curiosity gets the best of me and then I hold my breath while I squint (with only one eye open), and take a real quick peak.
I wish I could tell everyone I don't still feel discouraged, but I do. I wish I could say I'll never vent my frustrations on Twenty Four At Heart again, but I'm sure I will. Instead, I just want to thank you for being so supportive. Quite honestly, I feel like I can't give up now because I would be letting so many other people down. Maybe that's enough for right now. Maybe that's what I need to get me through until my own inner strength is renewed.