Today is cat-scan day. Fingers crossed! It's insane to think that it has been almost been a month since my lights went out. Waking up has been such a crazy and inspiring chain of events. Some of you dedicated readers know about the odd (Terry Gilliam style) hospital adventures I went on, and the pain and medicine induced dreams have been a trip that, believe it or not, have helped me creatively. In the beginning I was afraid to go to sleep, afraid that I wouldn't wake up. But I did, and everyday I do, I tackle the tasks that the day brings. The same way I did before this adventure. The same way I have every day of my life.
I get asked (almost daily) if this accident has changed my life. Do I feel more grateful? Well sure...but...not more than before. Hasn't it changed my life? Let me explain.
I have been hanging out with my parents for weeks now. Something I haven't done in years, and something that I was thinking about all last year. Work has always been my focus and it has put a lot of normal luxuries on the back burner. The accident gave me the perfect excuse to take a break and relax. Relax right? With all the pain and meds? Staying in my parents house is like staying in an oasis. The place is loaded with my Dad's artwork and inspirations. My mother has shelves of photographs and photography books. Every nook and corner is filled with inspiration and well thought out design. The main focus of the house over the past few weeks has been one thing: What are we gonna eat!? It all started in the hospital when I was on a no solids restriction and all I could think about was eating a roast beef dinner. A week later I was slowly and deliberately enjoying two giant plates of pink beef smothered in brown gravy and mashed potatoes. This was just the beginning. We went on a culinary adventure around the world. I got to watch friends and family put love into food and give my parents amazing kitchen a test drive. Forced to take it easy, I was tasked with eating and sharing war stories with wonderful people. I couldn't wait to get in the kitchen myself, after the dizzy spells passed, and prove that the crack in my skull hadn't taken my gift in the kitchen. My instagram has proof
When I weighed myself after being released from intensive care I found 12 pounds missing. I have put it all back on. Mother fucker! Eating has been just one part of the recovery that has been fun, and hopefully over the next few weeks I can tell you about what has been most exciting!
So back to the question: Has this event changed my life?
If you wake up one morning and find that your car has a flat tire, does that change your life? How about if you go to take the same train you take everyday to work and find that it has been derailed? Your neighborhood is shut down and squads of swat members on atv's forbid you from leaving your home. A blizzard blows in and dumps 2 feet of snow on a city with no where to put it, does that ruin your life? These are things we can't control and they happen to us every day. As I am confronted by things like this, I change my routine and tackle the day. I don't get angry about it, matter of fact its quite the opposite. It's on those days that you experience something new, that you go on an adventure that you will be telling at least 10 times over beers. That shit is life, and it's fucking awesome!
So hopefully I'll get some news today that puts me on another path of adventure. If all goes well my recovery moves back to Boston. I'm at about 85% now and rising!
Thanks for caring guys, and thanks for reading!
