Bayonet Wound

Why do they say that your heart is broken? When something is broken, it typically means it needs to be replaced.  The bumper on my car for instance; has to be replaced after my brother smashed it into a few mailboxes.  It can't be fixed.

A heart that hurts, from a love that left, is not a broken heart. It can't be replaced.  The love from one man shouldn't be replaced by the love and affection of another man. That's called rebound. A heart gets stabbed when it is hurt by someone who you really were in love with.  It is stabbed with a bayonet.

Bayonets are knife-like devices that can be attached to the barrel of a fire arm.  Rather than shooting with a bullet (killing you, leaving you unfeeling) the bayonet would stab the opponent in hand to hand combat.  Bayonets leave a + looking flesh wound in the victim.  This makes it harder to sew and heal.

When your love decides he doesn't love you anymore, your heart isn't broken. Instead, its wounded by the bayonet.  The stab wound is bleeding, gushing dark red fluid that quickly stains each of the white sterile towels that the attendants apply to the broken flesh. The doctors struggle to sew up the + shaped flesh wound, so that the bleeding will cease and the body will heal. It may only seem like it is a flesh wound; something on the surface, but it's not.

It is a wound that affects the muscle and tissue of the body. The muscle and tissue can not heal over night. Nerves will not grow back instantaneously.  No, the bayonet leaves an injury that takes time to heal.  Rehabilitation is necessary is most cases, depending on where the weapon left its mark.  The wound is deep from the bayonet and will take many months to heal before the body feels like its old self again.

In the mean time, as the bayonet wound is healing, as the nerves, tissue, and muscle attempt to rejoin and restrengthen themselves, the victim tries to carry on with their previous life and activities. From time to time it is difficult; sometimes impossible; others without a hitch. 

There are times when something makes you feel rejuvenated, wonderful, and full of happiness. Others there are times when you want to shut out the world, lie in bed all day, and cry until there are no fluids left to drain.  Mostly though, there are the days where you simply trudge through, feeling the wound with every step but also feeling alive and thankful to be so after such an ordeal.

Such is the life of a victim of a bayonet wound. The good news is, there is a wonderful chance of survival and a fulfilling, happy life in the future, once the wound has healed itself.