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.
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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Thanks. Better check it out but it should be up today!