At the Beginning...

 Might as well start at the beginning because it is probably the best way to start a story.


I was born under a bad sign. It was freezing November morning, and I was late to the party as normal. Literally, I was an estimated week late. There was a reason though. My big head was stuck in my mother's pelvis, AND the umbilical cord was around my neck. Upside down, being strangled by my feeding tube. One emergency C-section later and I was out and blue in the face. The next few days I spent in the NICU or the equivelent of it at the time and came home from the hospital on Thanksgiving. 

Upside down, strangled, for a week? Sounds a little Odinnic, eh? More on that to come.

I know how to make an entrance.

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