Richard’s nephew and fiancee arrived safe and sound Tuesday afternoon, I greeted them outside as we unloaded the truck. Once settled in downstairs we all gathered in the kitchen.
When Richard left to pick them up I quickly remade the bed with the only matching linens we have. Things like this never really mattered much to me pre-injury. There’s just something about a well put together room. One small finishing touch would drain my brain budget.
I am (still, I think, or maybe just hope) a word person, I used to be a people person and could engage people very easily. With the gift of writing, I was a naturally inquisitive person, always asking questions, probing deeper.
Now I had no questions to ask and there is this uncomfortable awkwardness being around others, unable to engage. It can appear I am anti-social, don’t care, or don’t like someone when it is only my brain’s definite deficits showing. I did manage to ask how the train ride was, but that was all.
I am struggling to write this post, words being jumbled, not sure if this all makes sense, my eyes having trouble with the black words on the white background, etc., my brain is terribly, terribly tired even though I just woke up. I do have more I would like to write when I can. It’s a huge, exhausting distraction for me to have people here. I will blog more on that next time.