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I am wide awake preparing for an upcoming exam. The topics that I’m obliged to finish are wound physiology, burn rehabilitation, amputation etc. It’s already dawn and I’m not even halfway done. A lot of thoughts strike and bother me plus the alcohol that my room mates and I drank a few minutes ago is still penetrating deep into my veins. I’m already floating literally. I wanted to sleep but I feel guilty. I am so intoxicated. The feeling is like having a newly amputated stump showered with a bucket full of beer. How’s that sound to you? Well, that’s how my achy – breaky heart feels. And so I’ve decided to coin the concept phantom love which is defined as the sensation of love that is no longer there. Kaboom! According to Pedretti’s Occupational Therapy 6th ed., there are three stages of wound healing namely: inflammatory (which is synonymous to breaking – up in my lexicon), reparative (letting go), and scar maturation phase (moving on). Nosebleed? Me too. Hmm…what stage am I right now? In the first phase, the over – all intervention is to reduce edema by resting and protecting the involved structure (my achy breaky heart). On the next phase, neovascularization or the development of new blood supply takes place. Care must be taken not to increase the inflammatory response by overaggressive motion. I’ve reached this phase but sad to say, I did not succeed so I regressed to the first stage. The feeling is like scratching a newly formed scab and it bleeds a lot. Then finally, the scar maturation phase which is supposed to be the final chapter in the wound healing story. It usually takes 12 to 18 months. But I guess it will take me years to reach this. Perhaps moving on is the hardest part. To end this mashed potato story, I’d like to share an excerpt from the song SCARS by Papa Roach. I’m not so sure of the lyrics but the thought’s like this,“…my weakness is, that I cared too much. The scars remind us that the past is real. I tear my heart open just to feel.”