A good night – about to get better

Had a very pleasant evening with a bunch of friends tonight. Ate good food, talked about old memories and shared stories that we had somehow never told each other before.

Good times.

Now I’m home – my spouse stayed behind to catch up some more, while I came home to rest. We’ve been driving separate cars to common events for some time now, because there are times when I . Just . Run . Out . Of . Steam.

Tonight is one of those nights. While everyone was still going strong, I said my good-byes and ducked out. Got a few miles down the road before I realized that I’d forgotten something, turned around and went back, chatted a bit more, then finally made it home.

I had a really nice ride home. The night was clear and cold, and for some reason tonight just looked so beautiful. Maybe it’s all the Christmas lights. Maybe it’s because I don’t have to go to work for another week and a half. Maybe it’s because I gave myself time to get going, so I don’t have to bump up against the rough edge of my limits later on. For whatever reason, it was a beautiful drive, and I took my time coming home.

Now I’m having some hot lemon water to help with my cough, and I’m winding down … getting ready to hit the hay. This is good – much better than being crazy rushed and forcing myself to hang around and be the life of the party. I really like my friends. I also like getting a good night’s sleep.

The wind is up tonight. It sounds like a wild animal prowling around the house.That’s fine. It can prowl. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.

About brokenbrilliant

I am a long-term multiple (mild) Traumatic Brain Injury (mTBI or TBI) survivor who had falls and car accidents and sports-related injuries in 1972, 1973, 1982-83, 1995, and most lately 2004. 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 for 35 of my 43 years. I’ve done it so well, in fact, that virtually nobody knows that I sustained that injury at age 8… 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.
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