Oh man, reality can be brutal. I say brutal because you know we, as humans, are born with locks and dams to keep emotions at bay. When you have a head injury your emotions sometimes flow freely. It's bizarre. It's like you can't stop. It's kind of like a form of tourettes. I remember when I was in the hospital, there was a guy next to me who was laughing, then crying, then laughing, then crying, and no, he wasn't watching the Trump election… Its bizarre to observe from my side, but very unpleasant for other people. I'll leave it at that.
I'll say one other thing and I'll let you guys go. When you have a traumatic brain injury like I have, I can't feed myself so I rely on my health aides to feed me. It's bizarre being the recipient of someone else's eating habits. Some people are neanderthal eaters. Some people eat like birds. You're at the mercy of whoever's at the other end of the fork. It's bizarre but something you just have to get used to.
Check out my other blog where I talk about my past. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice