Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the here and now. You know what it's like to be a traumatic brain injury survivor.
I'm gonna keep this short because it seems the heat and high humidity really affect me. It's hard for me to dictate to my friend here. Just another fun side effect of having a brain injury.
When you have a traumatic brain injury, you tend to forget things. For example, I forget I'm disabled. I'll explain what that means. I was at a party the other night and there was this cute girl there, so I decided to go over and have a chat with her (some habits never die). Anyway, imagine this. Imagine a man coming over to you in a wheelchair, his hair looks like it's been combed with a wagon wheel. He's wearing an eye patch, black one. He's wearing a shirt that's way too small for him. His belly is showing. It should have its own zip code. He's got red watercolor paint all over his right arm. It looks like he's been playing with a box of razor blades. His pants, his sweat pants, are way hiked up in his crotch, and it looks like he's got a giant wedgie. He's wearing a pair of Vans skateboard shoes that look like a fourteen year old would wear them. Then, on top of it all, he's drooling all over the place. Laughing, and mumbling. Quite the sight. And you wonder why she walked away. Anyway, my point is, no matter how silly you look, you can't isolate yourself and stay home. You've got to get out there and mingle, no matter how silly you feel. Silly, ha! I feel silly about eating in public. I have to be hand fed like a parrot. I guess one good thing is, I noticed people stare at me. I guess it's good I notice. I can see better. Every once in a while, to give people a show, I make a funny face. They look highly concerned, but hey, I'm having fun.
Talk to you next week. Love, B. Nice
Love, B. Nice