If you refuse to be held hostage for a chicken recipe then by God you just skip your sweet fanny right to the end and letâs not waste another second of your sweet time đ
Everybody else settle in for a lil story.
On June 29, 2016, two months after I turned 30, a car crash occurred that set an entire timeline into motion.
It was a horrific crash, nauseating to witnesses, and it is an actual articulated miracle that no one died. In fact, the only person who sustained any major injuries in all four of the vehicles involved was me.
As my godmother would say, Just lucky, I guess.
Near-Death Experiencesâwhere your brain and your body are convinced your death is imminent and start that processâcommonly have people describing an intense feeling of calm or serenity, seeing a vivid procession of images or memories, and other intriguing (but not scary or confusing) schemas.
I can tell ya, can confirm.
The crash itself took an extraordinary amount of time to unfold--almost nine seconds--and I was conscious and aware of everything happening as it happened; I was 100% certain I was about to die, but I was also somehow even more certain that it was all fine. As glass shattered and wheels screeched, I was calmly telling my 2 year old son, Itâs okay. Itâs okay. Itâs okay.
Those seconds of my brain bathing in what I call the Curtain Call Chemicals would have been so unbelievably valuable after the factâŚif I only hadnât hit my head.
Totally get that not all of us have a medical background so I hope Iâm not being too technical when I sayâmy brain took what doctors call a mighty walloping. And it took seven months to recover as best as anyone could expect. Like, âWe think this is about as good as itâll get from now on, not our problem anymore.â
(Side note: my neurologist was an excellent practitioner but a misogynist who wearily suffered my whimsy, so believe me when I tell you that I knew I was really âbackâ when he told me I was released from Neuro care and I forced him to make his office create, print, and give me a certificate that Iâd graduated and did a good job before Iâd leave. True story. The ultimate confirmation of Back on My Bullshit.)
This accident was the first domino down in a real catastrophe of a decade for my thirties. But I still celebrate June 29. Because I survived it, and I know I was meant to for a reason or reasons that itâs simply not productive for me to try to discern. Too many of my kith and kin have spent too much time wanting to die for me to not honor the day I almost got got, but didnât.
Look, you can and will survive more than you ever dreamed possible, and then a little more on top of that. And youâll still be alive after. Youâll look back in nine years on today and be astonished by all that tried to get you but didnât. But couldnât. But never will.
Consider looking back to June 29, 2016 and writing down all youâve survived since that day nine years ago, I bet youâll be blown away. Write back with your list if you make one, I want to celebrate you!
Anyway hereâs my fried chicken recipe, itâs incredible and will never fail you, if Iâd died you wouldnât have this but I didnât so here you gooooooo.
Love,
mmt.
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