Here we go again ...

Damn, damn and triple jesus fucking christ.

Not impressed.

I am off work today because I fell again.

sound like an old lady

My balance sucks so badly since the brain injury, and I'm beginning to wonder if I really am able to do this 'normal' life thing.

When most people fall, they give a cuss and carry on their way.  Unfortunately, after the magnitude of an accident that I had 2.5 years ago, my body is not able to handle the jarring.

Here's where the fear comes in though.  I have heard of people trying to get back to work and they have too many set backs and the company will say, "Sorry, but your'e too much of a risk.  We don't want you back."

Being the optimist, I assumed I'd be going to be going back to work with no problems.  Hence, I went ahead and got braces.

Well, regardless of what happens with this recent injury, I really needed them.

i also really need to chew something!!! babyfood really makes me gag

As I sit here with pain shooting up and down my back and legs, and a head that feels like my brain is trying to burrow through my skull, I wonder what is going to happen to me and my job.

At least I have entertainment.  I'm watching Papi hang up all the pictures in our home.  It's really looking like a home again.

Watching my love do handyman things is much like watching a comedy skit.

Mi esposo was trying to make our kitchen eating nook, and the new toy that was bought for this occasion only cuts small pieces of wood.  After realizing this my love asked me to read the instructions to see if it was adjustable to cut bigger pieces.

Nope.

"It's ok.  I have something else."

Papi started sawing with another type of saw and while I was holding it I noticed something really wrong, "Um, honey, is there supposed to be smoke coming from the saw?"

The wood was now charred.

And the power went out.  Papi went and flipped the switch back in the power box and said, "It's ok.  I have another thing to try."

oh my ...

so the next saw couldn't stay on the line of travel for cutting, and it sounded a bit like a cat was being tortured.

Never-the-less, we now we have an uneven, indented, charred kitchen nook.

But we have somewhere to eat.

So, while I sit here and enjoy the distraction from pain, I thought I'd write to 'you', my imaginary friend.

I will now go take my Tylenol 3 induced self, and babble pointlessly to someone else.

Sorry, if you were looking for a quality blog today, it just ain't gonna happen.