December 31, 2011: was a Saturday and i know i texted Vance to see if he wanted to do something, but its possible and very probable he was busy youtubing how to tie that noose. so i went to the CSI factory thing with Buddy. i then proceeded to kiss so many guys that werent Vance. a lot of them not even at midnight. most of them just for the hell of it.
January 1, 2012: im not sure exactly how it went down or whom i heard it from, but Vance was dead. Sunday, bloody Sunday.
January 7, 2012 or the 9th: Vances funeral, i think. i have the little pamphlet from it up in my room somewhere... ill get that later.
January 26, 2012: Jonah Blake Pearcys birthday
February 1, 2012: my moms birthday
February 3, 2012: my dads birthday
February 10, 2012: my baby sisters 8th birthday
March 3, 2012: Jake Randalls funeral and the day of my accident
umm seeing as...yeah... i know shit went down that day but dont and shouldnt feel the need to explain myself to you... but have you seen the pictures?
yeah... in case you didnt know, im a mother fucking miracle.
nbd.
March 4th-middle of June: i spent those many, many moons in a coma for the first week, and then just a "persistive vegetative state" meaning i was, like, physically awake, but my brain was still taking a break.
i know that stuff happened, like our new Bishop, Glen Peters, woul come play his guitar and sing for me every week and the only thing i knew how to do, when asked a question, was shake my head no. he plays this beautiful song for me and then asks if i liked it and i shake my head. then another time, i loved to turn off the light with my foot and one time when he was there, i kept turning it off in the middle of his song and his daughter would turn it back on. but do i remember it? nope. its my understanding that you have to be more than 50% conscious to have any recollection of the happenings; i wasnt even 15-20% aware of the dealings going on, so how would i remember?
you see, im not exactly sure what the exact date was that i woke up but the first day that was pretty big was
July 4th, 2012: my dad came to get me for the day and we went to the Thanksgiving Point fireworks, like we do every year, with the Huffman family. the Huffman crew is easily my favorite. so that was good. kind of loud, but what wouldnt be on my virgin ears?
i cant remember if there was anything else big that happened, there probably wasnt, otherwise, i would remember it. maybe. i hope.
July 21, 2012: i was discharged from Health South Rehabilitation. all i wanted was to go home and be normal. going home was possible, being normal wasnt. even now, while i am closer to being normal now than i ever was then, normal isnt a possibility. i may seem relatively normal, but normal, for me, isnt even on the radar anymore.
August 21, 2012: school started and i went back to school with everyone else. with a purple walker (because purples my favorite color) and that was good. the group of friends i was in before kind of learned to live life without me, so that was awesome, or something.
September 26, 2012: my grandma dies of lung cancer. three freaking days before my birthday. happy birthday to me. we then proceed to drive to California, where we spend my day of birth, at the beach, and then that night, at one of my favorite uncles house. like he always does, he made delicious food and it was a good night.
The rest of 2012: goes by without much really going on. i thought that life would be easier from here on out, but ha! jokes on you! (i got two dads) apparently, 2012 was just the start of my troubles...
someday i will sit down and get all the details of what went down during that one year and make it into a book. that day is not today. im busy. so January 1, 2016. im doing it. i could always start an online journal, but i dont always have interweb access, so that wouldnt really work. we live in a day and age where almost everything is better if it can be done online and people dont hold hand-written stuff at as high of a value as they should. i dont even do that, otherwise, i would be hand writing this out, not typing it and emmitting it into a world of Xs and zeros, also known as blogging it, but i am doing just that; partly because im left handed and got pummeled on my left side so my hand writing is no es muy bueno and partly because if theres one thing i might have had before but sure as hell dont have now, (other than a pelvis) its patience, and you need a lot of patience for yourself in this sitiation. okay? good plan? yeah?
im out
kirsten.
