The doctor said I should be able to dance again, but not for a year. I can get through this but I feel grief like a part of me has died, albeit temporarily. BF telling me 10min later I should be glad I'm not paralyzed. Can I be sad, FF?
I don't say it enough (or perhaps I never have) but I admire the hell out of Jimminy. He gets it done, even though half the time I have no idea what he's doing. And in a world of people who constantly brag about "keeping it real" he just does it.