I just realized something. Today is an suspicious day - it is the 4th anniversary of the first day of the rest of my life.
Some of you are asking yourselves, "Now what kind of crazy a$$ 5h17 is he talking about?". I don't blame you if you as yourself 'dafaque??'
It is this: I woke from my induced coma somewhere between 13 December and 15 December, 2011 - not sure when exactly - and I remained in the ICU for several days more. I moved out of the ICU on this day in 2011, the first step of my recovery. I am weeping tears of joy right now.
That is all I have to say on this.