It’s been a couple of rough months around here. Probably the worst few months of my life – and that’s saying something. Just like with my blood clots, maybe me opening up about it will help someone else. Maybe it’ll just help me. But now that I’m on the road to breaking even, let’s talk about my absence, shall we?
By now you’ve read about my pulmonary embolism incident back in November (if not, seriously – go read up, I’ll wait). When I first wrote about it, I called it “the day everything changed.”
I didn’t realize how true that was.
