I hope you didn’t see it, but I posted the story about
slamming my head into the entertainment center and getting a concussion…twice.
Now, that’s damned embarrassing. I feel much better now that I’ve removed the
extra post.
But if I could have figured out a way to make you feel as
though it was YOUR fault, I would have done it.
Improvement is coming slowly from the concussion and the
Dilantin toxicity. The only thing that is even remotely interesting about
either or both is how boring this is. There is something to be said to, and
for, and about folks who are having to behave themselves, exercise, and wait
out a recovery they have every faith will arrive, but there’s no guarantee.
But it has come to me that the above sentence exactly
describes life.
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