A few months ago, I was getting very little traffic to my site. I almost never updated it, and had sort of stopped writing. This makes no sense as writing is one of my favorite things to do. Plus, I’m kinda funny.
So I finally decided to take this thing more seriously and write almost every day.
When I was a newborn, I developed a double hernia at ten weeks and underwent emergency surgery.
During the delivery my mother received a botched epidural, and the doctor accidentally struck her spine. She was in a coma for four weeks.
During that time I was sent home with my father and two grandmothers. Within a few weeks they had started me on human food (bananas and such), which turned out to not be a great move. Apparently, my nervous system was not fully developed and I cried like crazy. Food shut me up.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!