I have never spent a Christmas on my own. The only time I have not been with my family for the holidays was the year I lived in Italy when I was 16. And that was OK since at least I was with a family if not my family.
With each hour that passes I am coming to accept that I will not be fit to travel home in time for Christmas. I am not in much pain, as long as I lie down and you know, don’t move or anything. Sitting and walking both are still pretty tough since yesterday’s procedure.
It comes down to this: does my physical discomfort outweigh the emotional discomfort of being on my own for Christmas?
Is this that big of a deal? For some reason it feels like it to me.