OK, so imagine this: I'm in my kitchen, looking out the window. It's a beautiful day. I'm holding in my two hands a water bottle that's made for cycling. Oh man, I've got a nasty cold. All of a sudden I cough. My head goes down my arms go up and all of a sudden I impale myself with the cycling bottle. The nipple you drink out of takes a core sample of my forehead. I now have a third eye. The third eye of knowledge? I don't think so. I look like a freak. Like my health aide says, I'm a wreck.
Man, having traumatic brain injury is a real drag. Everyone's affected differently. My injury causes me to be physically impaired. You know, like I have to have people feed me. That sort of thing. Getting fed is turning into a real drag. I get so frustrated because you have to eat at the pace of your feeder. In other words, if someone's in a hurry, you might choke to death. You know, stuff like taking a shower is horrifying. You might fall. That would suck. Anyway, what I'm getting at is, I'm over this shit. I'm not giving up and I'm just tired of it.
I'd like to go on vacation or something. Just step out of my body for a few minutes. That reminds me, I should do mushrooms. I'm just kidding. You know, any alcohol or drugs just make things worse.
You know, I mentioned it before, but I'll say it again. Anytime you get a cold or you get sick, it's multiplied ten times over when you have traumatic brain injury. For example, right now I'm so sleepy because I'm taking medication for bronchitis. Just the common cold can be a real drag. I guess you gotta just hang in there.
I wanted to say something, on a creative level this has been pretty wild, the whole traumatic brain injury thing. It's opened the doors to a whole new perspective. I never in a million years dreamed I'd be doing the stuff I'm doing now. I've been drawing and painting. The images are very abstract. They're very much like a Jackson Pollack painting. I'm not at all saying I'm like him, but I was just trying to give you a visual. It just makes me feel good to draw. You know, it's like, I guess you could say, it's pure art. You don't care what people say. It just makes you feel good to produce it. I paint every day at 5:00. I do a heart for my daughter, a star and a circle. I do these symbols with help from my dad. He's a painter. I always look forward to 5:00.
My friend here put all my images on a DVD. I play it every day. They are images from our road trip. Every single frame I did. It's kind of cool cause I remember the strong images and when I go to edit, it will be much easier. My friend made it a slide show and I just sit there and watch it. Each image stays on the screen for about 5 seconds. If it were to be shorter, like 2 seconds, I might have a seizure. Not a good look. I watch it on the TV so the images are big. It's cool.
That's about all for this week. Remember how lucky you are. It's kind of a cliche, but take time to smell the roses. This is B. Nice signing off. Talk to you next week. Oh, by the way, my dog is talking to me. Just kidding. See you next week. Love, B. Nice