Monday, March 14, 2005
seven hundred and thirty-one days
(there was a leap year in there)
Two years ago I was going through one of the most insane experiences I've ever had. Yesterday I sat down to write out the first entry in a journal I'm planning on keeping for Rabbit, and I realized I can remember almost everything from that day; I thought I'd forgotten it all, but it's all there. Everything except the first time I was able to see her. I keep thinking I didn't get to see her, but Ben says the nurses showed her to me. I don't know if he's remembering it wrong, or I am, or they showed her but she was covered by a blanket so I just remember not seeing her clearly, or what. That's not really important, but it bugs me a little. I should be able to remember something like that, right? I chalk it up to the drugs they gave me before the surgery.
It doesn't matter anyway -- now I get to see her every day.
Two years ago I was going through one of the most insane experiences I've ever had. Yesterday I sat down to write out the first entry in a journal I'm planning on keeping for Rabbit, and I realized I can remember almost everything from that day; I thought I'd forgotten it all, but it's all there. Everything except the first time I was able to see her. I keep thinking I didn't get to see her, but Ben says the nurses showed her to me. I don't know if he's remembering it wrong, or I am, or they showed her but she was covered by a blanket so I just remember not seeing her clearly, or what. That's not really important, but it bugs me a little. I should be able to remember something like that, right? I chalk it up to the drugs they gave me before the surgery.
It doesn't matter anyway -- now I get to see her every day.
