22 years of Life

It's my birthday.
22 years old.

Hard to believe at one point, I didn't think I'd live this far. How many times did I think my life would come to an end?

I've lost so much, yet gained more than I imagined. S far today, I have one good memory to start off my new year. A late night happy hour with Yewh. Lately, we've been able to talk freely with each other, a big difference from when we first met. I suspect a common love of alcohol can do that. Come to think of it, I drank a lot over that night...

2 glasses of rum

3 glasses of scotch

1 White Russian

1 rum soaked milkshake

1/2 of orange juice.

How do you NOT have a hangover?

I did have a hangover this morning, but I ate between drinks to take some of the edge off. Taking medicine for hangovers helps too. But enough about alcohol. My talk with Yewh triggered a question in me. Well, it was several questions really.

What now?

How far have I come?

How far have I fallen?

I can answer the latter easily, but the focus was on the first two questions. I'm training to become a reliable researcher. I have become a great physician and medic. I have found a wonderful family and a beautiful love. I know now that my mind is in need of work, but I'll figure that out later. I have soiled my hands more than once, and will likely continue to do so. I will be challenged no doubt, but I must learn to prepare for that or at least persevere.

All in all, I think things will look up for me.

Us.

Right. For us.