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!”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!”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.)
