July 17, 2024

Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about the present. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my sister, because she helps me a lot. When you’re like I am, you definitely need a form of support. You can’t go it alone.

I wanted to share with you a project that I did with an award winning filmmaker. Her name is Julia Barrett-Mitchell. She basically told my story in a light way. She did a good job. Anyway, check it out. See what you think. The short documentary won an award at the Big Apple Film Festival, and was shown at the Woodstock Film Festival. Here is the link. <Click here or copy & paste the address below.

https://vimeo.com/836936545/b334e41bd6?share=copy

It was a cool project. I hope it can help someone out there who is in a similar situation. I may keep it short. That’s about it, but definitely check out the short documentary. Like I said, she did a good job.

Love and miss you, B. Nice

July 2, 2024

Hi everybody! Welcome to my blog where I talk about my present.

I’m gonna keep this blog rather short cause I’m not in a good mood. But basically this following blog is to all you traumatic brain injury people out there like me.

I’ve been doing physical therapy for about 14 years. I’ve been trying to walk. I know I can. My legs move. I can stand up and stay standing with some help. Know I can, but one needs to do more. You have to try every single day. I know this from training. I was a competitive runner, if you remember. When you’re a competitive runner, you have to train hard every single day. You have to push it every single day, and I believe learning how to walk is pretty much the same way. Right now I walk about half an hour each week. I should be walkig an hour every single day. Once a week for half an hour basically is maintenance. One has to figure out how to train every single day. I’m working on it. I’m like a junk yard dog with a bone. I won’t give up. I’ll figure it out.

If anyone out there has any ideas, let me know: briannice@me.com

Thanks for listening to my rant.

Best, B. Nice

June 18, 2024

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

Man, I came to the conclusion that mirrors should be illegal. I generally don’t look in the mirror. I developed the habit from the hospital. I never looked in the mirror at the hospital. But I looked in the mirror this morning, and man! I didn’t like what I saw. I think when you’re like this, you know, a person with a traumatic brain injury, it might be good to not look in the mirror.

That was the start of my day, and it’s just gotten worse ever since then.

Man, I found out that it’s expensive to be fucked up. My car broke down and I can’t get parts for it so I need a new vehicle. A car for someone like me (a guy in a wheelchair) is expensive. I mean, life for someone like me is hard enough to begin with, but then throw another $40K on top of it and it gets real expensive to be messed up. But, you know what? It doesn’t just apply to vehicles. Anything medical is expensive. It’s not fair, if anything people like me should get a break. And this bitch session all started because I looked in the mirror.

I found out one good thing about being messed up is I see double, right? Well, my garden looks awesome! So I think I’ll go and hang out in my garden for a little bit.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

June 11, 2024

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

Man, am I wiped out. I don’t have a vehicle right now so I get around in my power chair. It takes a lot out of me. It’s tough trying to navigate all the holes and bumps in the road. It might sound easy, but it’s really painful to try and concentrate.

I just got done celebrating with a filmmaker I made a movie with, actually, a short documentary. The young woman is very talented. In fact, the film we made won best short doc at a well known film festival. It was cool. In the short doc, I said I don’t mind being the way I am, but actually, sometimes I do mind being the way I am. It’s tough and challenging sometimes. Man, I can hardly hold a sippy cup. They say there are different stages of grieving and one stage is acceptence. I always have acceptance being the way I am, but it’s tough man. Every day items become a challenge. For example, when I try to feed myself, I look like a 3 year old crack head. It definitely gets to you but you gotta move forward.

Hey, things could be worse. You could be like my dog right here who just had 12 teeth pulled out. The guy looks like one of the muppets.

I’m gonna keep it short because my friend here and I are going to look at used mini-vans for someone like me. My therapist sent me a website to look at.

Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice

May 21, 2024

Everyone, have a good Memorial Day Weekend. I wish I had a picture of my dad. He was in the army. Imagine that. An artist and in the army. Quite a contrast. Oh, here. I found it.

Oh man! Summertimes, I forget what a nightmare it is to be in the wheelchair. I’ll explain what I’m talking about.

So when you’re in the wheelchair, you’re pretty much at the height of a human ass. I was at the food store in line, ready to check out. There was an old guy in front of me with a baggy pair of Levi’s. Now when I say old, I mean real old. So allow me to editorialize a bit. It’s kind of nasty. I was sitting in line, and the guy let rip the biggest fart you’ve ever imagined right in my face. It sounded like an inner tube filled with air just below the surface of some water and the inner tube was repeatedly stabbed with a large hunting knife. It was so bad I thought I was gonna throw up. Then, the smell came. I won’t editorialize on that. I’ll spare you the details, but the guy could have cleared a stadium, much less a store. It was so bad, I asked my health assistant if I still had eyebrows! The old guy left the store without any fraction of an apology. Then everyone started staring at me as if I did it. I thought, sure, blame the guy in the wheelchair. Anyway, that was just another beautiful moment in the life of a man in a wheelchair. Life is hard enough, but then when you add something like this beautiful moment… it almost makes it humorous.

I don’t have much else to say. Both of my brakes on my wheelchair don’t work. That makes life interesting. My friends are coming over for a glass of rosé. I might break out a big glass.

Love and miss you guys. Have a good weekend.

Love, B .Nice