Hi everybody. Welcome to another week of recovery. My daughter was just here. I forgot to tell you. She was here for Thanksgiving. Man, what an appetite she has. She ate everything. Her cousins were here. She was talking, eating. She finished the whole thing. That night, she came over to my bed. She said, “Daddy.” She looked right at me and threw up. Then she threw up all over the floor. It was turkey surprise. What a mess. She said, “Daddy, I ate too much.” I wanted to say, “Yeah, no shit.” Anyway, that was the end of my Thanksgiving. I just wanted to share it with you.
OK, so I’m gonna call this blog Big Hairy Monster. I’ll explain more later.
This week my friend had a great dinner with all my high school and grade school friends. It was a nice dinner. She did it even though it was a sad day for her, for everybody. Anyway, she made a great dinner. What a great cook. All my friends from grade school and high school were there. One of my friends was talking and laughing and all of a sudden I had a flashback. It was as if I was back at school, grade school. You know, like a little kid. OK, hold on. I’m going to interupt this reading session and edit this blog. Let’s just say, kids will be kids, and end it at that.
Me and my friend used to always be in trouble. We would have little adventures all the time. For example. He had a big newfoundland dog which at my age, back then, looked like a horse. Anyway, we would take the dog and go on a camping trip. Imagine that, a little kid going away camping for a couple of days. Crazy. We would do things like ride dirt bikes, drive go carts that went about 80 miles an hour, go skating on ponds that were covered in scary ice. One time we went in my friend’s parent’s BMW. The father was driving. A car came out of nowhere. We locked up the brakes. The BMW spun around and around on the dirt road. Next thing you know, we’re in the woods. We pushed the car out. It had a lot of scrapes and dents. We managed to start the car, get it back home and on the way back home the father said, “Don’t tell your mother.” It was crazy growing up with them.
So I went off on a bit of a tangent there. What was I talking about? One other thing I’d like to mention is we were all sitting around the dinner table. This is present time. We were all sitting around the dinner table and we came to the conclusion that kids are all labled nowadays. For example, a kid might be a little hyper and we call him ADHD, medicate him and pigeon hole him. Back when I was growing up, (listen to me, I sound like an old man), back when I was growing up, we would pick up a stick and go outside and play. How times have changed. Anyway, that’s just an observation.
Speaking of observations, I did notice I’m so tired at the end of every day. I guess it’s because every single movement is thought out and executed. For example, if I want to pick up a water bottle. I have to think about where my hands go. How to hold it, etc. The world of Traumatic Brain Injury makes you really tired. It’s a drag. But, you know, it depends on how you look at things. My friend brought over a CD of my images. They look real cool. See you next week. Love, B. Nice