Two years ago today I was in a coma, inside intensive care unit, under the surgeons knife. Sounds rather bleak, but anniversaries make you think of these things in a specific way, such as I did sitting in a traffic queue this morning at roughly the same time as the accident. In many ways life is moving on, and in some you’re constantly reminded of the consequences of the moment of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Be zen…it’s just another day, with the smiley face exercise ball on my desk that mum gave me in hospital, constantly smiling at me. Still has my name on it, even if like me, a little faded.