The surgery went well, I recovered. Tons of stuff happened. Many good things, a few bad things too, but that led me to where I am now. I'm thankful for all those who contributed to my recovery in any way. During and after my "forced vacation" I've had time to reflect on what I truly want to do with my life and, slowly but surely, the answer is revealing itself.
A year later, here I am. I am 100% back to normal health, taking 6 courses and a part time job. When I turned 24 earlier this year, I didn't think "damn getting old". I thought "I could've been dead but I'm still alive. That's awesome". I have found my nerdy passion again and am pursuing it to the best of my abilities. Life is great. I even appreciate stress because there was a time when I couldn't go out and I'd be bored out of my mind begging to go to work.
It's flippin fantastic to be able to lift my arms or sneezing without excruciating pain, or breathing without difficulty, or even walking without fearing someone would accidentally bump into me. I'm glad for this experience. It has rejuvenated me, invigorated me. I'm still young, and I don't take life for granted.
Does it get any better?
If you had similar experiences or are anxious about surgery-related issues, I'd be glad to hear from you. Comment :)