>>6234
>The sun?
That's right. And half the 'clouds' were steam condensing from the hole in my head. It was cold-ish that day, my head was cracked open and I couldn't feel it yet.

>I'd imagine that there would be some difficulties that could last longer
The aforementioned hole snapped a nerve in half, so a quarter of my scalp was numb for months & months. There's still a section that operates at reduced sensitivity.

Other than that, no. I'm still me; I drive across that road like I always do, I have no more than the usual fear of death as I had before.
Part of that, of course, is my unshakeable faith as to what happens after I leave this place. When I saw that semi's tire (as tall as I because of how small/low my car was) skidding and bouncing towards me, I said "goodnight" not "goodbye"; I expected to wake up.
Just, not in the middle of a blackberry patch (great cushion for avoiding broken bones. Horrible pillow though). I have pictures somewhere of my scuffed up face, and that was mostly caused after my seat belt was cut and I flew into the briars.

I asked the surgeon how deep the cut to my forehead was. "Oh, quite deep. I could see the bone." and while that's my favorite part of the story, you can barely see the scar. Even when I point it out, it really is pretty small.