Happy Anniversary

Yesterday was my anniversary, four weeks after the accident. No one exactly sent cards or flowers to commemorate it. Neither did some magical fairy come and remove the body pains, migraines and brain fog. I think I really thought that was going to happen. In my busted brain, I'd quietly decided I'd wake up just fine today. Surely nothing could last beyond four weeks, right? I mean, that's an entire month.

I don't feel any better, my busted brain, than day one. I can't remember so many basic things, but I solemnly mark every Thursday? Seems unfair.

So, Thursdays mean nothing, I guess. Besides, who cares. It's Friday now, anyway.