The art of dating when you are in your 40’s is a perilous, soul destroying mission. I blame my misfortune with men on the 'fairy tale factor'... That never ending belief that love conquers all and that one day a prince will come.

Reality isn't even close to the fairy tale. Especially when the prince doesn’t just come with baggage – he comes with a bitter, money grubbing ex-wife clinging to his back like a hump.

I gave it a shot. It sucked. I suffered a potential serial killer teenager who would pick his nose and wipe it on the wall. I gained 15 kilo; became invisible to the world. Yeah; I don’t think I’ll do that again.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

:'( :'( :'(

I am sitting here kind of stunned.  You'd have thought that life would have taught me by now that nothing is easy.  If it seems to easy, look out for the Mack truck coming around the bend; careening on the path, heading straight for me.

You'd think I get used to bad luck; karma; whatever the Hell it's called.

I just got back from an appointment with the rehab Neuro.  The only one I trust, who is not in it for himself or covering his butt so he doesn't get sued.

He said my brain his come as far as its going to; learning from now on, to take in anything new will be a bitch.  That he's sorry but I'm not going to be as "sharp" as I once was...

I wanted to howl.  I'm still living the Monash doctors view that I have at least a year of recovery!!!!

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Ahhhh! If I don't stop...

If I don't stop eating, I'll end up as fat as I was when I broke with the squeeze!

I'm so fat!!!  I'm eating everything!  I'm not even hungry!

So Monday, its diet time.  For real...   The upside is, so is my son and daughter.  We're not having anything with calories in it!  Nothing nice!  And I'm going back to boxing...

Damn fat genes!

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Up and Down!!!

I'm sick of the up and down of brain "injury" [read brain damaged].  I mean if no one knew I was brain damaged, you would probably meet me for the first time, and think I was normal.  That in itself, can be frustrating!

I'm sick of beginning each conversation with "hello!! I have brain damage!" just so as the get it!

Oh well.  I keep trying at work even though its exhausting and I'm probably not much value.  I can't concentrate on more than one thing, and even then its a struggle...