Our minds, or more likely our souls, mark anniversaries.
Birthdays, holy days, weddings, first dates… the day there was a diagnosis, the time you almost died, the day the floor jumped up and hit you in the head.
52 weeks ago I fell down. Hard. Not just once, but twice, mind you. One minute I was upright, the next smack on the ground.
Hardwood makes a very loud cracking noise as it hits your skull. Loud enough to bring me out of the blackout that got me there.
It was gluten and a migraine that trigger this disastrous moment. One which I am still recovering from as I fight migraines regularly and still need to get my tooth fixed…
But today I will be making brunch for friends, new & old, and be grateful that this last year yielded many answers and no more blackouts.
People ask me all the time how I’m doing and my general response has been “I’m still here!” with a smile.
I look forward to celebrating that.
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I am so happy you are still here. And I miss you, if that makes any since (being that I haven’t actually met you). <3 Maybe I need to write to you.
Makes sense to me. <3
I haven’t been around as much online because of my health & I have taken no pictures of myself in ages. I’ll be posting from brunch.
I’m glad you’re here, too. You’ve made the interwebs a better, friendlier place.
I’m very, very happy you’re here. You’re an invaluable presence on Twitter and the web and of course, to your family and friends. Happy brunching!