Wednesday, November 9, 2016

My life in spades... Or clubs...

My life continues to be, or become, more of the same.   I started work because I was bored witless.  There were only so many cafe's my dog, Sharpie, and I could frequent. Not that it wasn't great; it was.  But it was the same every single day.

Work has been good.  I'm now one of the team and I like it.  I like getting up and having to dress; going out the door and sitting in town for that one cup of coffee before heading over the road to be at work.

But...  it is just the same.

I feel like I'm an alien in this world.  I wonder if anyone else having experienced a brain injury feels like this; but then I realise, I always felt this way.

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