so this is an extreme response to dating
married at first sight and what i'm reading, watching, and doing to pretend love ain't dead
I had an MRI last week. I was certain it wouldn’t show anything, so when it came back: birth defect, skull driving brain into spinal column—I was shook. The docs referred me to the neurosurgeon and after I made the appointment I did what anyone else would do. Turned to the internet for some super chill “chiari malformation” reading.
I spent the rest of the week obsessing over who would manage my life while I had my skull cracked open and “shaved.” I have a kid. A dog. A cranky old cat and the monstera I’m currently propagating. I’ve got a job, family, friends, a second book to write (wait, would being bedridden be good for that though???), and plans to see Titanique with my girls and, omg, weren’t we also going to ride bikes to Jimmy Buffett in Alpine Valley this summer, but instead I’ll be re-learning how to walk???
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