Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome arrives...

Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome has arrived now that it has been a year after the surgery.

I finally get out of the red zone and then I have memories and fears of the day of the surgery and the month after surgery twirling around in my head. It is a good thing I was so drugged and didn't realize how bad my face looked. I had always been know for being a pretty girl with soulful eyes... Now my face was distorted and for the first time in my life I didn't want to be in a photograph.

G-d sure has his or her ways of keeping you humble...