I'd like to dedicate this to whoever reads this. And it's almost Spring Break. Remember those days? I remember driving up to a hotel in Daytona Beach at the beginning of Spring Break. There were 2 football players holding a naked girl over a pool. She was naked except for a football helmet. Just as we pulled up. They threw her from the 3rd floor balcony into the swimming pool. I thought, is this our hotel? And that was just the beginning of an endless Spring Break. But that's a whole other story. So, check this out. I got my power chair, right? Well, all I need is a white cat, monocle, shave my head and an Armani button up suit jacket, and I'll look like Dr. Evil. As a matter of fact, feel free to call me Dr. Evil for a while. I'm feeling like Dr. Evil, I'll tell you. First of all, I'm trashing my parents house with this power chair. And second of all, I feel like hell. I'm telling you, I'm tired of this shit. My body is definitely going through some changes. Let me just tell you something; when I was in a coma, I remember people talking to me. I could hear. I was only aware of things about 2 feet from me. It was like being in a white out situation. I was only aware of things that were like a foot to feet away. In other words, you could stick me in the broom closet and I wouldn't care. Now, if you stuck me in the broom closet I would say, "What the hell did you stick me in the broom closet for?" In other words, I'm more aware of my surroundings. i guess it's a good sign. It makes you a little more depressed though. It makes you realize that ignorance is bliss. Anyway, I don't want to get too profound on you, so I'll continue with some other stuff.
One of the first things I notice is I get up, I sit at the edge of the bed and I feel like I'm gonna fall. Everything is spinning. But, you know, it's a good sign because I had a really difficult time even sitting up before. I hope the vertigo goes away. The other thing I notice is my hands and feet are real numb. It's more difficult to talk, and my vision is not so great when I'm tired. But I am having no "moments" as I call them. All of this seems to be a sign I'm healing, very slowly healing. I'm happy my vision is getting better. My eyes are starting to register, or, in other words, line up together. I'm very happy about this. You know, because, HELLO! I'm a photographer! Anyway, you know, I'm gonna go to the old blog. My friend here will share the link. I'm gonna tell you a couple of fashion confessions. You know, the old blog is dedicated to the past. See you over there! Love, B. NIce