Crowned One

Stephen means crowned one. My skull is my crown and on x-rays you can see the metal screws and wires holding it together, fragile but not futile. At the dentist this morning, they took a 3D image to check an absess and my implant. The absess has healed and the implant looks good. The 3D image really shows the extent of how much metal is embedded in my face, not teeth but skull. Wires, screws, and loops of chain. 

No wonder I was never allowed to participate in gym class or extra-curricular activities. In middle school I tried to join the wrestling team and was told I could basically be the towel boy. I was relegated to the horticulture of dandelions on the sidelines. In elementary school, I sold pretzel rods for a dime inside at recess with my personal nurse aka “teacher’s aide.” At lunch recess I took the lunch money from the elementary to the middle school. I refused to interact with the hard of hearing/deaf students because I wanted to be normal. Now as an adult, I realize that normal is overrated. I have no time or need to be normal. I have things to do, accomplishments to achieve, and experts to prove wrong.