Is it weird that I kind of feel like somehow marking this day? Not really celebrating…but…doing something?
It’s two years since Neurosurgery.
Two years since my senior year of college started without me.
So I kind of feel like something should be happening. Like I should make it special. Like something special should happen.
But that’s weird.
Alcoholics and Addicts have their Clean day.
Almost everyone celebrates their birthday.
…and I have two years since doctors cut into the back of my skull so that I wouldn’t be like a time bomb waiting for my spinal fluid to pop from the pressure. I think that’s why I had the surgery. I dunno. Time and words make my description of it more colorful, while my memory of it grows weaker.
Or perhaps I shouldn’t live in the past.
Or I should simply see how I’ve grown.
The seeing how I’ve grown part is what I want to do.
…neck brace free.
Normal in almost all appearances.
I don’t know.
And now it’s September 17th.
Happy Anniversary Catherine, you’re not paralyzed.