There’s this scary thing where if some aspect of your thinking changes, it might be apparent to everyone but you. Like, imagine waking up one day and your intellectual horsepower has halved due to some medical issue. The idea of this scares me more than anything else could.
I've had this happen over the past two weeks. Due to a turkey-carving accident while celebrating Thanksgiving with friends here in Sweden, I lanced open my arm and needed 19 stitches. I never before realized just how physically and mentally draining the mere act of healing is.
