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road to wellville


Hi there literary critics, Remember the movie Road to Wellville,? Well my recovery isn't going to be so glamourous, But atleast its happening without enimas hee hee hee.
I am back with my sanity only to try to keep it for the next 4 weeks while in recovery.

My last 8 days have proven that I am somewhat resiliant and can keep going on this Earth.
I just looked up images of the crash and my Vespa laying nearly dead on the ground, its sad. The articles are frightening they say something I dont know and cant remember, Life threatening, Nearly tragic, Unlikely recovery.... WOW ? I cant remember a single part, not even 5 minutes before and certainly not 2 hours after?. am I lucky? yes, everyone else is tramatized but I am the only one with injuries. Strange how the brain works or fails to work in defense of trama.

Oh well here's to Wellville and my not so glorious recovery.
Love M

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Anonymous said…
Looks like someone was watching over you to keep you safe. the back injury was just a reminder for the future to be more careful. Love Crumpet
February 6, 2010 at 6:10:00 PM GMT+1
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