By the time I hit my twenties, I’d solidified myself as a “normal” person. I no longer wore the OI badges of honor (casts, crutches, etc.). I enjoyed years of normalcy, but 2015 has reminded me I am not “normal”, and I never was.
The compression fracture in T12 has reminded me every day that my OI is alive and well. Every task has become substantially harder. The fracture has made it difficult to get out of bed, to get dressed, to work a full week at work. It has also been a reminder that life is fragile, and to enjoy every moment.