'Something' is a massive understatement. Medals being forced on me--uncomfortable and enraging and something I'm far from over. The pain and wrenching of my body--I can remember clearly, like it's imprinted on me.

But I'm not showing any of that hurt, instead it's coming out as anger.

"If he returns and gets in my sight? I'll destroy him. So either keep him out of my way or get back while I wail on him with a golf club." I'm gritting my teeth and I'm shaking with reawakened anger. I was never good at containing frustration. "I don't want to talk about that bastard more than that."

I need to walk away or something.