9 Months

Nine months ago right now, I was in a semi-conscious/semi-still-anesthetized state asking my best friend to cognitively evaluate me.

Nine months later, I'm sitting in my bed on a Friday night avoiding midterm work, snuggled up in a gigantic sweatshirt as the 50 degree air pours in my open window, cursing the fact that it seems as though my skull-hole can recognize changes in the weather. (I'm serious... the bone around the skull portion that is no more has been aching over the last 24 hours as the weather has changed. This has happened a couple times before, but being the good little budding scientist that I am, I just reminded myself that correlation doesn't equal causation. But I think this is legit...)

I spent the first half of this week (fall break, how beautiful you are) hiking in Moab with my BFF. It's truly bizarre to think about what the days leading up to surgery in January were like, and how incredibly my life has changed in less than a year. Here's what I did on Tuesday....

Emilie and me under Delicate Arch

That hike only made up 3 miles of the just over 14 miles we did in two days. 

Badass? Obviously.