so I woke up to the prescription pain killers and barely even remember anything for the first week after the coma.
I absolutely remember getting back to my mother's house after being released from the hospital (post op in a neck brace)
Needless to say, I couldn't really work for the year until the neckbrace came off. And that was if physical therapy went well and my body took well to the organ donor bones. ( I have a c6 c7 fusion with titanium plates and screws throughout).
And my mother's new husband found a soda can I had altered to smoke weed. And discovered I had drank and refilled one of his liquor bottles with water. So She kicked me out. In a neckbrace.
I moved into my friend's house (for the sake of this story let's just call her Lea)
and we were a rag tag bunch of misfits.
When I finally came out of the neck brace I had a full blown drug addiction and got a job at a gas station dunkin donuts.
...to be continued
