November 14, 2014


Hey you guys! Welcome to my blog where I talk about the present. My friend here thought I said, "Peasant," and I do have a story about a peasant, but we won't go into that. That's a whole other story.

You know what I notice? I think I told you before, but I notice that extreme stress brings on what I call little "moments." When you're under stress, plus a brain injury, you get mini seizures. It's kind of a drag, but they only last a second or so. Just something I thought I'd share with you. You see, my personal life is very stressful. Like I said before, my life is like a bad country song.

Hey, check it out. My daughter's coming for a week visit. It's gonna be real cool. You know, kids are a good gauge of time because I'm sure she's going to be much bigger. She's only 8 years old and she asked to borrow the car keys. Just kidding. She is eight and smart and a beautiful kid.

At the moment I'm working on my book of images, you know, from my road trip. It's an extensive process editing 3000 photos down to a hundred. But it's cool. It makes the book look real strong. You know, it was never easy, that road trip, but it was a good challenge and coming out of my routine of therapy. Oh yeah, that reminds me. I was from Peru the other day. Let me explain. I was a guinea pig at an out patient lab session. Guinea pigs are from Peru. Anyway, they used me as an example in a therapy session. They had a vest and put weights in various parts of the vest. I have no idea what they were doing, but whatever they were doing balanced me out pretty good. It allows you to continue doing therapy in a more normal state. It was easier to walk, to set, you know, all that sort of stuff. It basically made  the PT easier.

The session went good. I felt good about it despite the fact that I felt like a lab rat. My physical therapist is going to schedule me for a month of therapy with this vest. It's pretty cool. I agreed to do therapy with the vest as long as it wasn't water therapy.

I'm gonna leave it there cause I'm feeling kind of dizzy today. You know, every day is different. I guess it's one day at a time, right? I'll talk to you guys next week. Here's my link to my blog where I talk about the past.

Love, B. Nice