August 19, 2020

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

I miss running. I miss walking. I miss surfing. I miss feeding myself. I miss getting myself dressed. I miss skiing. I miss my parents. But most of all, I miss my daughter.

When my mom was alive, she would make sure my daughter would do simple things with me, like going ice skating, going out for ice cream, doing puzzles, flying a kite. You know, that sort of stuff. But now that she’s not around, I don’t do that much stuff with her anymore. Plus she’s 14. A whole different kid. But, we adapt. Right?

On another note, at therapy, which I go to three times a week, they have me up and walking. It’s pretty cool, but man, it’s tough. It seems that I’m getting more and more used to the wheelchair, and it’s tougher and tougher to stand up. Not good. Sometimes I can’t wait to just sit down. I remember when I used to run around like crazy, you know, when I was working as a fashion photographer, I wished I could just sit down and chill out. Be careful what you wish for. Like my friend here said, life is all about balance. You can’t run around all the time, and you can’t sit down and chill out all the time.

Anyway, that’s about it for this week. I don’t really feel like blogging anymore. See you guys next week. Oh yeah, here’s a link to a film I’m doing with some filmmakers I know, Kimberly and Mia. https://youtu.be/seMahBEpbpU

Love, B. Nice

August 12, 2020

Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present. I’d like to dedicate this blog to a person I know. He got some bad news from his doctor. Another damn hill.

I ran for my school. I ran cross country and track. We ran five miles in the morning and 9 miles in the afternoon. The coach would come into the locker room and announce which runs we would be doing. We always seemed to moan and groan, slam our lockers shut, no matter what run we did. I always hated the runs that had a lot of hills. I hated hills. Now there are two ways you can approach a hill: you can either take your sweet-ass time and saunter up the hill, or charge it. You treat the hill like a workout within a workout. I know this person that got the bad news will charge this hill.

I was at therapy the other day. I mentioned to a therapist, I talked about her in my blog. The other therapist verbally attacked me. They said, “How come you never talk about me? We’ve been working together for years.” It was like being verbally attacked by a bunch of school girls. I couldn’t get out of there quick enough, but I am gonna call them all “Spark” from now on. You see, like my health assistant, my family and friends, they bring a spark of light to my dark world. They’re helping me get better. It’s taking a long time, but I am getting better. So, it’s worth it to stick to your therapy. It might be monotonous, but it’s worth sticking to it.

Thanks again, all you Sparks!

On another note, I got a birdfeeder that sticks to my window. it attracts a few birds, but it mostly attracts squirrels. This one squirrel that comes all the time, I think it’s retarded. I can get in inches of it. It just stands there and looks at me. It’s kind of cool. I never got that close to a squirrel before. For some reason, my dog just shakes.

That’s all for this week. If you’re doing therapy, stick to it, it’s worth it. Talk to you next week.

Love, B. Nice

July 15, 2020

Hi everybody, welcome to the blog where I talk about the present. Hey! Happy Bastille Day. That was yesterday, France got it’s independence on the 14th.

When you have a traumatic brain injury, or any situation for that matter, you’ll find that someone or some situation will let you down, you know, take the rug from under your feet or take the wind out of your sails, something like that. You’ll find that the only thing you can rely on is yourself. You are the constant, (other than change). Listen to me. I sound like a motivational speaker, but it’s true. You are the one that can rely on yourself. Or as I say, “The three of us: me, myself and I.”

I used to be a competitive runner for my school. My specialty was the 1500 meter or the 800 meters. Of course, you’re always out to beat your competition, but always in the back of your mind you have to better yourself. Better your time. Let’s say I ran the 800 meters in 2 flat. I would try to run the next race in 1:59 flat. See what I mean, you’re always trying to better yourself. That’s what this is like, you’re always trying to better yourself. It’s exhausting, but you gotta keep at it. It’s the only way you’ll get better. Before my friend died, she said, “Man, this is gonna be a marathon. You’re gonna be in the toughest marathon of your life.” And it’s true.

That’s my motivational speech for the week. I’m gonna get back to my gardening now.

Love ya, B. Nice

April 22, 2020

Hi everybody. Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present.

Happy Earth Day everybody. It’s the 50th anniversary of Earth Day. Appropriate because my father really supported the environment.

Hey, I wanted to start out by apologizing to my former mother-in-law. I guess I’ll dedicate this blog to her. You see, unfortunately I made some bad comments. I thought I was talking to someone else. Unfortunately, she was on the receiving end of some bad comments. When you have a brain injury you almost have a condition of no filtered frustration. I guess you could say it’s a form of tourettes. It happens with a brain injury. It’s either that or good old fashioned bad temper. Either way, it’s not cool.

I’d also like to dedicate this blog to my friend who unfortunately has the corona virus.

It’s bizarre. I’m dictating to my friend here and she’s at home typing my blog. We’re doing this blog via the internet. Is it our new normal? I have a feeling this will go on for a while. To me it’s really no big change. I’ve been staying home for about 9 years. You need any tips? One thing that helps is to get a small dog. Get a fishtank with some cool fish. And start cooking. I guess I’ve become an expert in staying in the home. The only big change for me is that I don’t go to therapy. Like I did say before, this is all kind of a vacation for me. The only thing I really worry about is if I have a big seizure and have to go to the ER. That would not be cool. I just do things to reduce stress, like I don’t watch the news, and that sort of thing.

Anyway, I’m gonna cut it short and leave it at that. Miss you guys.

Love, B. Nice

March 11, 2020

Hi you guys. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the present.

So, I have a hard time watching TV, but I was sitting in front of the TV with one eye open, and my health aide walked in. Now, this one health aide, she’s always bringing me snacks of food. She held her hand out and said, “Look what I have.” It looked like she was holding a spring roll. I went to take a bite of it. WEll, it turns out it was her thumb wrapped in a bandage. I almost bit into her thumb. She had caught it in a car door. That would have sent her through the roof. It’s a good thing I didn’t take a bite. Just another moment of a brain injury.

So when I was a cross country runner, we did this one run called Canal Run. We ran along the Eerie Canal. It was a long, monotonous run. At one point you look up and you think, “Where the hell am I?” That’s how I feel right now. I’ve been working and working away. Now I take notice and think, “Where the hell am I?” See, sometimes you work so hard you forget where you are. I’ve been working at it for ten years now. It’s funny, I’ve said it before, but the body feels like it’s waking up. I just feel like I can stand up. I wouldn’t try it though. If I fall, that could be real bad. But having that urge is good.

The good thing is, you also have the desire to leave the house. Just the other day I went out on a bike trail over the Hudson. It felt great to get out of the house. Now that the weather’s getting better, I’ll get out more. I’m gonna cut this blog short because I’m supposed to have my daughter here and she didn’t come becuase of the coronavirus scare. Anyway, it’s better to keep her safe than sorry. Who knows whats really going on.

Talk to you guys next week.

Love, B. Nice