Me Thinks Too Much
I think that one of the strangest aftereffects of the accident is the way in which it has changed my thought process throughout any given day. You see, I was once more like the dog in the photo above. Now I’m more like the guy with the blue body. I remember laying in the hospital bed after the accident and thinking that all I wanted at the time was to be able to enter into a restaurant (don’t know why, but it was a Chili’s) and sit down to drink a soda and eat a meal. I wanted to go in with a body that wasn’t all beat up. I wanted to enter the place as an average guy that nobody really noticed. I wanted to be injury free and spend a night out where I wasn’t all beat up and quite so noticeable. It was such a simple desire that attempted to reach beyond the fact that I was the center of attention in a hospital room that everyone else either attended to or worried about. Even in the hospital I wasn’t preoccupied with much beyond short-term goals and simple desires. I don’t think that thin...