Chapter 57 - July 3, 2012

When you have traumatic brain injury, and when you're doing your therapy, you'll have one thing to do.  Your job is to get better.  That's what my neurologist said.  My neurologist, she said, you have one thing to do.  You have a job and that's get better.  Some people go to work 9 to 5.  I go to work 9 to 5.  I do my therapy.  One part of therapy is avoid stress.  It's so important not to be stressed out.  I mentioned before in the previous chapter my child got sick.  I'll tell you.  There's nothing worse than seeing your child going through medical trauma.  I was in the same emergency room a month earlier.  I remember being there and lying in the bed like my child was.  I remembered how important it was to have someone hold your hand, and emphasize everything will be all right.  So I held her little hand and I would remind her that everything will work out all right.  And it did.

All right, now I'm going to go off on a tangent.  Let's tell a story.  Remember when you're lying in bed, and your sad, it's good to remember stories.  Anyway, here's a story from the past:

I was on a photoshoot where we had to recreate a party scene.  I had a lot of male models and a lot of female models.  We had a big white tent on the beach in Miami.  I told everyone just to talk and party like they normally would.  Anyway, I happened to be going out with one of the girls at the time so I booked her for the shoot.  It was kind of a working vacation.  Anyway, it was funny.  I looked over and one of the male models was working her.  I didn't say anything, but I directed him to keep talking to her.  It was a little uncomfortable but funny to watch.  He kept getting cheesier and cheesier.  I walked over to talk to them.  We were all talking and he said to her, "Do you have a boyfriend?"  and she said "Yeah." He said, "What does he do?"  She said, "He's a photographer."  And he said, "Where's he based?"  She said, "New York," and he said, "Where's he now?" and she pointed at me and said, "He's right there."  The guy looked like a deer in the headlights.  He said, "Oh man, you guys.  That's not cool."  Well, I started laughing but he had a slight nervous laughter.

Another story took place in Australia.  I was doing a commercial photography shoot.  We were all in my apartment in Bonda.  One girl was getting her hair done at the end of my table.  The other girl was getting her make up done at the other end of the table.  They both had their backs to each other.  Anyway, after a few cups of coffee, the hairdresser asked the model he was working on some questions.  You know, like, how you doing, where you living now? Are you still going out with your boyfriend?  That sort of thing.  He said, "How is your boyfriend anyway?" And she said, "Oh, I dumped his sorry ass a while ago," and the hairdresser said, "Really, what happened?"  She said, " I caught him fooling around with some bitch who came into town a little while ago.  Some sleezy model." And the guy said, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.  Do you know who it was?" and she said, "Yup," and she pointed at the other girl.  The girl sitting across from her had a big smile on her face as she was getting her eyes done.  I thought, Oh, man, this is going to be a long day.  And I have to do doubles.  They were pretty professional about it all.  I was still nervous cause I lived on the eighth floor.

I'll talk to you next week everybody.  Love, B. Nice