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 ten days.


It’s a strange feeling not being able to reconcile the discrepancy in time. Especially when I’m certain I’m wrong and the world is right.

All the more reason to find a way to get back on the horse.