When I first fell o er and sustained my brain injury I was very shaken but determined to get on with my life , not let it get to me and forge ahead.
Three months later every morning feels like Groundhog Day and I am slowly slipping into my own little world where my best companion is my beloved dog.
It is extremely hard speaking with a foreign accent - it takes time to spit the words out and I feel self councious and frustrated - I wish there was a fast foward button to full recovery !
Last week I met someone who would not believe my situation - I swore at him and have had evil thoughts about him all week ! Hard not to !
It would probably be easier to be away from home where people don't know the old me so I do not have to keep explaing my situation.
Have squirrelled myself away in the country so I do not have to come across lots of aquaintences in the city - to tiring.
3 months and counting - fingers crossed x