Background for a new post…in case you missed this: http://wp.me/p2GNGE-p3
The calendar on the wall, the daily kind where you tear off a sheet each day, said November 12. Even now, six years later, I can’t simply say what day it is, I need to go “JanFebMarAMayJune JAugSeptOctNOV!”, with my lips moving to keep my place, or else I have to start all over again. The day in question is November 12, 2006, the first post-surgery day/date that I can remember. (While I remember little to none of the following events, notes from my journal enable me to share them with you now).
Three distinct things stuck me:
- I have boo-boo tongue!
- How can it be the 12th , I’m pretty sure it is the 2nd.
- If it really is the 12th, why am I still in the hospital?
I wanted to talk, but my tongue hurt! It had a boo-boo. Why doesn’t someone…
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