Today was my celebration of not dying.
It's about 13 months after the wreck. 300 people or so showed up and I honestly was a bit overwhelmed with everyone. Even for an extrovert like me.
Today, I worked my first 8-hour day in the operating room since June 16, 2016.
Awesome!
And now I am sore as fuck. Doesn't make much sense with all the moving around I did this weekend and not sore at all.
Advil it is.