Well, my life is as "normal" as it's going to get, two years after RC. I work and do everything I want to do, but my energy doesn't seem to last as long as "before" RC. Every night I am reminded when I hook my night bag up to my pouch, and then think "well, at least I'm still here to grouse about it". Life is good and I don't take any of the days for granted any more. It's not the same normal, but I'll take whatever normality I have and be thankful for it.