March 18, 2014

So imagine this: imagine with all your energy you hold onto a rail. You’ve got a death grip on the rail with both hands, and then with all your energy you lift up your leg and put it on a step and step up, with all your energy. Then you lock that knee and the other leg follows with all your energy. That’s the first step. Now go to the eighth floor. That’s what my day’s like.

Hi everybody. Welcome to another wonderful week. I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend who’s on Broadway. She got my daughter and my mom and me some great seats. What a great day. Anyway, this blog is dedicated to her.

You know, when you have traumatic brain injury, or something catastrophic, you usually mask your fear with something else. I try to make light of my situation and joke around. Another guy who has traumatic brain injury is in my program and he uses porn to hide his fear. He has an obsession with breasts. They can be on anyone as long as they’re large. Hell, if I put a bra on my ass and cropped it right, he would flip out. Wait, that’s kind of disturbing that I even thought of that. Anyway, I am a sick puppy. I know. Anyway, I try to hide my fear with laughter.

I saw my physical therapist the other day and she thought it would be a good time for me to have a brush up class. In other words, I go and see her and she evaluates where I am, what I need to have done. I need a new brain. A brain named “Abby Normal” would be fine. Anyway, it’s cool cause she suggested I get some parallel bars and start walking. Perfect timing because the weather is getting great on the porch. It’s a lot of work though, believe me. There’s a big trade show coming up. They have all the equipment you need to get better. I’ll go to that and check it out.

The other thing I’ve been doing is I’ve been getting on the floor with a mat. My health aide lowers me onto the floor with my lift. I can stretch out, do some yoga like cobra. Feels good. It still amazes me that I’m pretty much like a rock when I get on the mat. I can’t do a thing, but you know what? I think about last year. I couldn’t even lie on my stomach. I would flip out. So I am advancing, I am getting better. It’s slow, but it’s happening. My friend here said it’s great to realize and it great is to realize. I’ve been also tooling around in my power chair. I’ve gotten better at it, thank God. My parents have some nice furniture. It would be a shame to trash it any more.

OK, I’m gonna share with you a brief story. I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I’m gonna tell it anyway. You know, I was complaining about the fact that I’m in a power chair. But you know what? I’m lucky. There are some people who can only move their face. They’re in power chairs but they control the chair by blowing into a tube. Anyway, there was one guy that went missing at the hospital. He was a guy that was in a power chair with a tube. Well, he had had enough. He escaped the hospital, met some other girl that was in a power chair and went to a local  bar. They drank and drank and they got ripped. They drank so much beer but couldn’t get into the bathroom. Their catheter bags were full of pee. They drank so much their bag, which is on your ankle, burst open and the pee went all over the floor. I have a feeling they didn’t give a shit. Anyway, security found them at the bar and it was off back to the hospital for them. Just thought I’d share that with you. I’m sure I’m not supposed to tell you, but you know what? I don’t care.

I’m going to refer you over to my old blog site. My friend here will give you the link. You know, it’s about the past. You think about the past a lot when you lie on your back. Have a good week. Love, B. Nice

Bri-jojo Bri-on-Porch

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