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Today was a remarkable one.
It was the six year mark.
I was put in a coma
so that I would have a
chance of surviving.
I wouldn't have made it
if they hadn't done that.
I had the flu.
It went into sepsis.
Only I didn't know it.
I thought because I didn't have
a fever anymore, that I was better.
Nope, my body had totally shut down.
I remember some things.
Others I think were in my fog.
I do recall being asked to stay.
I said no, I had things to do.
I woke up almost two weeks later.
I couldn't move.
I was in intensive care for a while.
Then to the surgical ward.
Then off to the rehab ward.
Later, when I could walk a bit
and use my hands, I went home.
Had in home therapy for a bit.
I remember sitting.
Nothing much going on.
The computer was my friend.
I would look at things.
Find words that I didn't know.
Which was a lot.
It's been a struggle.
Mentally I'm almost ok.
And, by almost I mean that
I can make it through the day.
I don't get as many headaches.
I'm not as weak on my side as I was.
I don't fall as much.
I don't have flashbacks as much.
Things are easier.
From the outside, no would know.
I look down when I walk
cause falling isn't as much fun
as one would think.
I survived.
I came home.
I have become the new me.
The old one died that night.
And, I now go for year seven.
Just thought I'd write out my thoughts.
It's not easy to relearn to walk.
It brings you peace.
The simply things do.
I don't like mean people anymore.
Not that I ever did but I just can't tolerate them.
If everyone could be in my shoes.
Just for a bit.
They would be kinder, I think.
So, there you go.
Here's to six years.
Let's make seven even better.
~ JC ~
My thoughts on my sixth anniversary
from going into a coma due to sepsis.
