Seven Degrees Left of Center

70+ First Dates

Unfortunately, the past couple of weeks has been primarily negative emotions. Talking about recovering from a brain injury is difficult. There is an ebb and flow of emotions, progress, memories, and frustrations. Like a boat in choppy seas, I started taking on water. September 2020 is two years past, and my scar hurts. I am looking at a picture, believing I should know who this is. Because the image is with my other grandkids, I remember she is my granddaughter, but what is her name?

My days have settled into a repetitive process of predictable events. Each day starts the same. I try to remember what is missing. But first, I look at pictures of my grandkids and recite their names. Then, on days like today, I have to look at the name on the back. It takes effort to remember what you do not see every day.

I see my wife every day. She is patient and kind and loving. But, she will also look at me, turning her head slightly to the right. Sometimes she ask, "What?" I know my writing isn't strong, but the gibberish I speak can be nonsense. Luckily, we both have a good sense of humor and get to laugh at the missed words. If only everyone could be as kind.

First dates do start to ware on us, though. My scar is seething today. We have learned that is a sign my verbal communication will struggle. Hopefully, it will be extra entertaining. Either way, I need to get ready for my date.