Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the present.
One bonus to having a traumatic brain injury is the state assigns a health assistant to you. My health assistant, he had his birthday the other day. I said, "How old are you?" He said, "I'm twenty six." I immediately felt really really old. I felt like I got hit by a ton of bricks. Then I was thinking to myself, where was I when I was twenty six. I lived in Australia. Manly Beach to be exact. What a great time I had. I had no money. No idea where I was going, but I was having a great time. I had an apartment then that overlooked the ferry boats that went over to Sydney. There were two big Cockatoo parrots outside my window and tree kangaroos in my back yard. It was a great place to live. My friend here reminded me I was married too, and I thought, oh yeah, I was. It was a cool place too. Makes me wonder why I ever came home. Well, enough of that nostalgia stuff. Otherwise, I'll have to start talking about the blog where I talk about the past.
This week has been tough. I tried to take an easy week, but it's turned out to be real difficult. I have tried standing on my own. Despite the fact that I almost fall over every time, it's been working out pretty good. When I say, stand on my own, that means I support my own body weight. I can really feel it in my hips. Remember when I said, you gotta take everything in small steps. I've been trying real hard just to sit up. Once you sit up you can use the wall as a support and get yourself dressed. Everything is in steps.
I keep going back to Australia and how great it was there so I'm gonna end this conversation now. I'm getting a little melancholy. If you ever get a chance to go there, do it. It's a great place.
This is B. Nice signing off. Love, B. Nice
Here's the link to my other blog about the past.