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>And half the 'clouds' were steam condensing from the hole in my head. It was cold-ish that day, my head was cracked open and I couldn't feel it yet.
Makes my skin crawl just to imagine that.

> There's still a section that operates at reduced sensitivity.
>and while that's my favorite part of the story, you can barely see the scar. Even when I point it out, it really is pretty small.
>Other than that, no. I'm still me
Hey, sounds like you made it threw that pretty well. TBH, almost reminds me of a story of one of my Dad's friends who survived getting hit by a train and was thrown out. Hitting the grass was far better than being run over.

> is my unshakeable faith as to what happens after I leave this place.
I have something like that as well, though perhaps in a much more traditional religious sense depending on what you mean on it.