Date – Sept 27 – 2016

Yeah, sure that was three days ago, but the brain hasn’t quite caught up as yet.

Lots of stuff has happened.
– Surrendered my little piece of Florida, the driver’s license, for an Indiana one.
– Applied and received government assistance on the same day
– Moved back in with my mom
– Can salt apples if I wanna.

Sure, these don’t seem like a lot – outside the salty apply thing – but it’s rather mind blowing after spending the past 11 weeks in an intensive inpatient care facility for – you’d never guess – Anorexia.

Yes, anorexia, the enviously thrilling disease that weakens bones, makes hair fall out, and causes the body to eat itself.  The disease that all suspect actors have and bulimics (at least the ones I’ve met) wish they had.  That darling syndrome that is often the subject for poorly written Composition 1 papers.

Yes, I am – apparently – a recovering anorexic.

Who knew, right?

Certainly not me.

But, after a baseball team of doctors and an insurance company paying somewhere around $2000 a day for my care over the course of 11 weeks – that’s around $154,000 total for those who are good at math -I really had little choice but to accept I could be a stand-in for the Nightmare Before Christmas.

Hell, insurance won’t pay for a dental cleaning without crying.  An insurance company that readily ponys up that type of cash is scary – and worth more than a medical World Series.

Anyways –  I’m back from outer space.  Surviving, or trying to, with the help of family, a few friends, and a very distant (physically) Floridian boyfriend.  Still trying to determine who or what I am from who or what I was before.  Attempting to regain years and toss off 11 weeks of well-intentioned brainwashing from the Indiana inpatient clinic.

Once upon a time, I liked writing.  Maybe I’ll start messing around with that again.  This could a start.  Thoughts?

Stories?