Each day is new; my recollection of the previous day is minimal. Iโm learning to adapt. |
Following a severe seizure, an MRI revealed a tumor the size of a lime in my brain. September 2019 is when this occurred. Situated one inch left and seven degrees from the center of my brain, the tumor touched the hippocampus. The part of the brain that handles language and memory. When someone wants to know how I am doing? My reply is, โSeven Degrees Left of Centerโ. |
The next greatest gift to independent thought is writing those thoughts down. The hardest thing about writing thoughts down is not watching the errors grow on screen, at least in my experience. I get caught up in the errors, and I lose my thoughts because a misspelled word trips the process. I can't help but look at the screen as the letters appear. Then, my brain can't move past the errors to the end. I am forcing myself not to look at the screen to get these thoughts out of my brain and onto the screen before editing. Oops, I looked! Crap, now I lost my thoughts and have to fix errors. I'll be right back ... I may need to use an older text editor that doesn't catch mistakes. How about copying and pasting for corrections? Do you have any suggestions? |