Love & Marriage and the toothless cougar….

I remember the day, when having curves was not something I was thrilled about… It brought unwanted attention… but I had fun with it as any brain injured human would…you have to know the psychology behind behavior of a TBI person… to get that meaning… I still blush at some of the things I did…..

I have a condition… it’s totally unfiltered and it has a very short leash…. the eye surgeon recomended I get on YouTube, he said what I did in the operating room had them in stitches…. bududum…….

I remember as a child before the first brain injury, my personality was different, more subdue, introvert type kid…. after the first head injury… it started changing… and by the time I was strangled and suffered a TIA is my guess, who I was, was fast fading away… Margie was building her cell….

By the time 13 got there, and the baby not of dad’s blood… Margie was in survival mode, but oh, she had a quick quip off her tongue when needed and the little ones, knew, she was there…. even though the spy was always among us….

When Margie died that fateful night in Big Springs, Texas… life was taking a back road for a few decades… and Maggi would be at the reins… and she fought so hard for Margie… always fighting against the peers who lived on gossip and not facts… so much like Trumps followers and base… what a evil world the religious have created….

As time passed and other life altering events, a childs life saved from a gas filled sucidal night…. the river that took many the same day… to fighting health care providers who cost a child so much…. an the events of marriages and divorces, move here to there… the nightmares intensified… the PTSD was in full mode…..

First diagnosis of PTSD 1998 Spokane VA… confirmed by El Paso VA 2010…

The first moment knowing I was missing memory… 2010, I stood in Fredas kitchen and told her I was… she replied…”some things are best not remembered”… my mother withheld life saving information….

By 2018 Dec 26, the MRI that sang from the roof tops… STROKE & TIAs… how many, know one can tell me… When, no one can tell me… Mother is not talking…

But Margie is….

I Remember…. Margie….

On a different note the eyesight is good, the eyes get tired, and I spend time on the PC doing visual exercises, but readers a must… bright light, not a big fan yet… as for the mouth… other than reminding myself of a relative from days of old… we are preparing our meals to accomodate my ability to eat… a little pain, but so does my eye hurt, so pop a strong NSAID and sit back an wait… nothing I can do… see dentist tomorrow or Monday… it is Hawaii….