R.J. Faas

Just a random thought but Daniel Radcliffe has grown into an incredibly attractive man.

As someone recovering (however slowly) after getting by a truck last year, it’s oddly comforting to wake up with a pain not at all related to that. I have a hideous kink in my neck that has nothing to with the #tbi, broken bones or anything. I just somehow slept funny.

I recently just got new glasses. And this morning I was looking at photos of me from a year ago. Then it hit me, I got the exact same frames last year. Not similar. The same ones b

I am questioning my decision to get the John Lennon style frames. But they seem slightly appropriate give that my middle name is Jude (please no one quote that song back to me).

That said, so glad to have picked up replacement glasses yesterday. So nice to have depth perception again. I am praying that this will help cut down on the #tbi falls.

Why is it that even with bifocals, I tend to take them off or push them up on my forehead if I’m reading something? And yes my phone is almost touching my nose as I type this.

This has been such a #tbi symptom week. Today is the first day I’ve truly felt stable and steady on my feet. Anytime I get anxious or emotionally overwhelmed, my left side gives out and losing your dad and trying to handle all of that when you’re an only child is completely overwhelming.

As much as I know I can yell “Siri where are.” I generally try not to.

Here’s one of the big challenges with having a #traumaticbraininjury - some days you’re perfectly fine and feel like your old/pre tbi self. And then you have a day where you’ve got vertigo, walking is unsteady (possibly leading to a fall you won’t be able to get up from), you have horrible brain fog and can barely make it to physical therapy.

Fuck you NY state retirement! I just collected my dad’s ashes and when I called to be sure there would be money for his internment, your phone system literally hung up on me without letting me talk to someone. That’s just fucked up and painful at this moment.

Why I will never work #NYS again.

Just picked up my dad’s ashes and copies of his death certificate. It feels kind of weird having him in a bag on the dining room floor until I can arrange a grave side service to inter him next to my mom.

Been an insanely stressful 24 hours trying to mfamily expectations and available budget as they pertain to my dad’s funeral.

It hasn’t been easy but somewhat ironically, I ended up opting for a funeral home directly across the street from the Bethlehem high school where worked (as an employee or contractor) thee different times. I was tempted to go and ask what help desk tickets were priorities.

Yesterday I couldn’t find my shoes, today couldn’t (and still haven’t) find the bottle of olive oil and my keys. I eventually found the keys. Olive oil remains MIA

Look kids at all the fun a #tbi brings you.

This morning’s #tbi moment: where did I leave my shoes. I’m sure more will follow.