Christmas day. Daisy showed me this and a few others — where, I assure everyone, I’m quite comatose — where I look like I have Happy Feet. Not true. If I had to guess, I’d say the feet were trying to find the exit.
In the last post, I described one perspective of what it seemed like having a Traumatic Brain Injury but from the patient’s point of view. Today, I had a look at the photos and videos my wife had spent the time capturing and I can say, with certainty, I was not out for two, nor… Continue reading Correction