Day: February 16, 2018

Life…

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3 January — Odin’s 9th birthday: I vaguely recall he crawled up on the bed for a hug. Very, very vaguely.

He handled this all incredibly well.

My memory of conversations from this particular day is now little more than dream-like; no organization or substance. No order or details. I’m told I was “awake” for a short while — an hour or so.

While I’m told this particular day was a milestone of sorts for me, it wasn’t ‘til I was fully awake about two or three days later that I realized this was his birthday.

Is there anybody in there?

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1st of January, thumbing through a woodworker magazine. Don’t be fooled—the lights are on but nobody’s home: or, put another way: I’ve no memory of that magazine or flipping its pages. In fact, my memory, I’m told, was only a few minutes long.

They extubated me just a few days prior.