Some days are just there to remember. Not only because you physically recover, but also because you suddenly notice the world around you after being numb for quite a long time. New description, new poems, same old trust. Same old friends.
Just medications won't help you recover from physical pain. Laughing will. Music will. Friends' calls will.
I remember once I was told "that's how the student becomes the master". That was about the song, actually. The song my father once sent me. Called Begin Again.
