Hi you guys! Welcome to the blog where I talk about the present!
Man! Look at the date! I haven't talked to you guys in a while. I'm gonna have a little pity party for me because it's good to do it once in a while.
Seconds go into minutes. Minutes go into hours. Hours go into days. Days go into months. Months go into years, and years go into decades. You see, I'm officially going into the tenth year of my first decade of this as of August 18th, this month. Anyway you think about it, it's been a long time living with this brain injury. I'm getting a little tired fighting this thing, but I'll never give up. The only gauge I have about time is my daughter. She's growing up. It's pretty amazing, but as you can imagine, I feel kind of ripped off. You see, I have no concept of time. It feels like my injury was last year. I left my daughter with my ex-wife thinking she'll take care of her while I fight this thing, and I'll pick up where I left off. But, it's been almost ten years. I missed out on little things like taking her surfing, bike riding, all that stuff. Anyway, that's my whinge, my complaint of the month. Now you can all get back to work. It's pity party of one.
Hey, check it out! My father sold his house and he downsized to a smaller house in town. I'm living with him. It's a small stone house by the side of the road. Pretty cool for me because I can go into town in my power chair. It's pretty funny living together because I can't talk and he can't hear. You should see us trying to use the TV remote. Where like two chimpanzee monkeys that found something shiny. Never a dull moment. And you wonder why the dog stares at us all the time. Anyway, we make it work.
Not much else to talk about. I still go to therapy twice a week to walk. I notice that I haven't been doing the NewStep a lot, and it does take a toll on trying to walk. I guess any activity is good activity. That's all for now. I'll check in with you guys later.
Love, B. Nice