not my own masterpiece
Occasionally, I have days of nostalgia. What induces them varies but they oft make me think of what change has come in the last semester, year, or other length of time. This week it's triggered by the memory of a traumatic brain injury (TBI) from a year ago yesterday. I've had plenty, so I knew fairly soon that I had acquired another TBI. I learned a ton that weekend about caring for myself amidst the joy of others and the busyness of a conference. In the following weeks I learned how differently the brain is affected when you get hit from the opposite direction than your used to (all my other concussions were hits to the back of my head, this one was from the front/top). Hope came and went with the results each doctor and physical therapy appointment. It's amazing to me how many expectations I set forth in my mind, not only with concussions, but with life as well. Whether expressly stated or held inside, I've always had plans, hopes, expectations. R...