Tomorrow: In Which I Honor Pinky & Brain and Try to (Metaphorically) Take Over the World
Being blind is difficult. But it's not just being blind, it's the cyclical nature of my mental focus. Getting hit in the head is like in the cartoons. You get whacked, and there's a cross-eyed shock, then everything starts vibrating like cymbals. What isn't visible is the lasting and debilitating damage to the neural trees. A nice way to say whatever was learned and sitting on those neural trees is now gone. My mind orbits like the zodiac, except only some of the signs are illuminated. What that means is? Today I'm productive. Tomorrow I might not be. I might not be productive again for days, weeks, or months. I seem to be getting better in a way I haven't experienced in a long time. I can't remember being this focused in close to 30 years. Brain injuries are scary for the limitations they introduce. I'm going to do everything I can to try to make tomorrow as productive as today, if not more-so, but who knows. So many stres...