Recovery from a major event takes a long time. I start to complain it is worse until I go back over old notes as to how long recoveries used to take. I'm doing better than I realized. My brain is still scattered and scrambled. I better understood my challenge when I reread a short message I sent to my sister. I wrote plain gibberish. Nothing made sense. It only looked like a sentence because there was a period at the end. A collection of words that were not related or cohesive in anyway. Heavy sigh. I want to recover faster but my body has its own time schedule. My body's idea of long enough and mine do not match. Slowly feeling better.
2 comments:
At least you used all recognizable words. :-)
True, they were all actual words. Thanks
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