With out even fully realizing it, I've surpassed another milestone.
I'm drinking without a straw.
It became clear to me when I asked Neil to grab me some juice and he said "wait, do you want a straw with that?" I'm not the fastest gunslinger in the west, so my gradual smile and hardly committal "Huh" hopefully told him that it was slowly dawning on me - "This is interesting. I'm over the straw curve."
This seemingly minor feet, is actually quite exciting. It means I'm sitting up when I sip. It means I'm tipping my head back when I reach the bottom of the glass. It means I've been getting my own water because Neil didn't notice right away. It means I'm definitely moving towards normal, at least in the drinking department (as long as you ignore the prune juice in my fridge)!
Don't get me wrong, I'll still say yes to the Krazy Straw.