Day 18.
My recovery journey is starting to sound like I was lost at sea. My dry mouth in the mornings doesn’t prove otherwise. I could pass as a victim of scurvy.
Continue reading “Avast ye!”Author: Lkvy
I'm a Deaf vagabond currently living on Vancouver Island. Bicycles dominate my life, but I also make time for climbing, hiking, camping, and cats. And if I have time left over after all that, I write about it.
From my fingertips.
It’s been two weeks since the accident. The pain has waned my once-soaring spirit. The pain hasn’t improved in proportion to my appearance.
I can become an incognito hillbilly by keeping my lips closed. The feeling of the chasm in my mouth is right on the tip of my tongue and cannot be ignored. It is in my face, literally. When I saw the dentist on Wednesday, he had some bleak news for me.
Continue reading “From my fingertips.”My diet is bananas.
It’s been eight days since my accident.
I’ve been basking in the sun and soaking up love. And eating lots of bananas (pureed, of course.)
The REAL Incident.
(As opposed to “The Incident.”)
As the headline is basically the whole article, here’s the inside scoop….
Continue reading “The REAL Incident.”Banner Day.
When Jordi heard the kettle click, I sprung from the couch.
“How did you do that?”
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