After I fell down the stairs and fractured a rib, I spent the summer in Ottawa with my brother (eating a lot of soup) and then the month of September with my parents, split between the Eastern Townships and Montreal. My body healed more slowly than I thought, but the subsequent cognitive troubles were what worried me. Though it was the rib that hurt me the most, when I fell backwards I also clonked the back of …
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Autumn Plans
