I know WHAT I am — tired

Had a pretty good day today. Got off to an early start, and spent the day just dealing and working, getting things done. All in all, it was productive. But man, am I bushed now.

I’ll be going to bed soon. Early. I’ve got a breakfast meeting with a former colleague who I worked with for several years prior to my 2004 TBI. They don’t know about my injury, and they will never know. It will be interesting to talk to them tomorrow and see how things are. It will be good to meet up with someone who knew me “back when” — before I lost it. It will be interesting to see how they have changed. They’ve been working at a pretty prestigious think-tank for the past four year, and they say they need someone like me for a position that’s been open for quite some time. I have my reservations, but I do want to hear what they have to say. I need to be smart about this and not jump into something head-first without really thinking it through a great deal. Lots to think about. On the one hand, I have an awful lot of hours and days and weeks where I absolutely loathe my job. But it’s a known quantity. Familiar refrain in this economy.

So, tomorrow it’s just fact-finding time. And a chance to re-connect with someone who knew me when I was really doing well. Who knows…

Anyway, I have to say it feels really good to be this tired. I had a nice dinner with my spouse tonight — it was hot today, so we made a “picnic” — I cooked up some hamburgers and we broke out the potato salad and chips and just had a nice dinner looking out over the neighbor’s woodlot. Not bad for a day that’s so unseasonably hot, you’re sure the world is really going to end on December 21st. Or is it December 12th? I can’t keep track. Have other things to think about, I guess.

So, now it’s time to wind down. Stretch a bit and and chill out. Maybe watch a little t.v., then go to bed.

Life is pretty good. Yes it is.

Author: brokenbrilliant

I am a long-term multiple (mild) Traumatic Brain Injury (mTBI or TBI) survivor who experienced assaults, falls, car accidents, sports-related injuries in the 1960s, '70s, '80s, and '90s. My last mild TBI was in 2004, but it was definitely the worst of the lot. I never received medical treatment for my injuries, some of which were sports injuries (and you have to get back in the game!), but I have been living very successfully with cognitive/behavioral (social, emotional, functional) symptoms and complications since I was a young kid. I’ve done it so well, in fact, that virtually nobody knows that I sustained those injuries… and the folks who do know, haven’t fully realized just how it’s impacted my life. It has impacted my life, however. In serious and debilitating ways. I’m coming out from behind the shields I’ve put up, in hopes of successfully addressing my own (invisible) challenges and helping others to see that sustaining a TBI is not the end of the world, and they can, in fact, live happy, fulfilled, productive lives in spite of it all.

2 thoughts on “I know WHAT I am — tired”

  1. Hope you are pleasantly surprised with your former colleague and what they might offer. At the minimum just enjoy the company and listen carefully. Your issues probably will not even be something they notice. They see you as a person with depth, character, commitment versus the superficial person you my feel you are to your current employer. Your colleague already knows you for who you truly are…and that’s hard to find in any form of employment in 2012 (even if he hasn’t seen you for 4 years). Tread cautiously and don’t be critical of yourself…you compensate well! Take plenty of time to think any drastic through. Enjoy your company.

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