My consciousness reattached itself to my skeleton, after about a year.

[And a few years ago, that would have been all he could say on the subject. That was all he knew. Now, he can go into further detail about how and why it was done, knowledge he'd been searching for most of his life. But he won't. Now that he has that knowledge, he wishes he didn't.]

Naturally, I decided to wait until my bones had been stuffed in a bag and tossed in a river. That was a marvellous new experience right there.