I would be a fist clencher. I respond to shrapnel whipping in the high winds around me by gouging palms with fingernails and cracked enamel on my teeth in order to keep my trajectory as straight as possible as I stay the course. There will be time to cry about scrapes and breaks later.

Except, naturally, later never arrives. The pain simply sinks to the bottom of my emotional waters... Collecting detritus... Cumulatively growing hills which make the waters ever more shallow. Bit by bit... http://myfreshbiz.com/health-hazards-stagnant-water-get-rid/

In my particular case, it may be good news that I have not been able to stop crying since I got back from the hospital yesterday. I am crying again as I type and attempt to get myself ready to go back to the hospital this morning. More than just the news of my beloved floats in my tears...

Methinks I should go back to bed...