January 18, 2010
I'm typing with one hand tonight, the other's been in a sling since this morning. I remember being driven quickly to the hospital on the interstate. It was still dark, and the windows of other cars were plastered in ice. Each lamp appeared to be a star in very close proximity to Earth. My dad drove me back from the hospital, but I have no recollection of what route we took. When I arrived back home I remember having a glass of orange juice and an english muffin with jelly before eagerly jumping back into bed and sleeping for hours.