I prefer to think about reflections on the last year about the time of my birthday.. but given the magnitude of external events and the newspaper stuff that goes with the year in the review stuff, I've already started thinking about.
It has been a rather strange and crazy year for me... so much so I have dubbed 2008, at least in my life and the first time I have ever given a year a specific theme, "the year of the hospital"...
2 operations, endless time spent in waiting rooms waiting for specialists appointments, the tooing and froing between different hospital departments, x-rays (and other variations of looking inside the human body), taking various medications, post operative recuperation that takes weeks, and of course the scars... this might sound a bit snarly - it's not intended to be, it was just how it was.
The hospital seemed to feature quite a lot in how I organised my life this, so much so, I applied to have the last semester of uni wiped clean, and took quite a bit of time off work.
The sad thing about the scars is that they feature as a permanent reminder of what happened internally (what was taken out, fixed, sutured, etc)...
But they also remind me. externally, of how I survived. And besides, who doesn't love a good scar!
Soggy here, innit?
2 years ago
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