So, fourteen years ago today I had a near-death experience. It was as a result of my own idiocy, so you don't have to feel bad or think of me as some sort of great, strong individual or anything. I've decided not to get into the specifics here as everyone who I know is aware of what happened - I'm not ashamed though - if you are curious I will share [my heart did stop for 27 seconds and the doctor told my parents I wouldn't live so it was kinda serious]. Every year on this date I celebrate it as my re-birthday - in a way it is more important than my original birthday as without this one I really wouldn't be alive. I try to mark the day somehow without being too melodramatic about it - I used to bring gifts to the hospital that saved my life when I still lived @ home. Today is a good "It's A Wonderful Life" check for me.
Today was pretty crappy for me - I'm sick, the weather is beyond frigid and the museum was pretty slow during my shift and my internet was out. After waking up from a nap I watched 90210 and it was the episode with the near-death experience of Dylan [horrific episode, by the way]. Then on South Park it was Cartman's near-death experience [and he becomes a psychic detective, which unfortunately didn't happen to me - I didn't even see the light or any of that]. Anyway, I needed something lazy to do so I researched near-death experiences, my particular "illness" and its treatment. I actually learned a lot, which surprised me [I like to think that I know everything]. I really came very close to death and other people who weren't as lucky as I am...they took even fewer risks [and were much older, strangely] than me. I actually became kinda retroactively scared - I really was indestructible.
Another thing that scares me is how little I've grown up, despite the fact that next year I will be twice as old as my rebirthday.
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