Work, Work, It Bites!!
Work, it’s such a strong word, but we all do it, one way or another. Workman's comp just wants me to work, what they don’t know is that every day tasks are work for me. To work is what I do every day, taking care of myself. For an example, a mother has a job outside the home, but when her job ends she goes home to a different job (taking care of her family). Okay, so my job is easier because I’m taking care of number one, but for me this is a lot of work. A lot of people tell me I look fine even some family members, this hurts, if they only knew what’s going through my head at times. That’s it I just LOOK fine, maybe that’s part of my injury in life, looking fine, is that a crime, looking fine? They can’t feel my pains, headaches, backaches. Work, my endurance is weighed down, my strength is getting stronger, I still have trouble remembering things, I have to think a lot for answers, this is what I call brainstorming with a Brain Injury.
Brainstorming all of the things I have to do that day and writing this is a lot of work for me. People think that one is fine, okay, just because of the way he/she looks. But I’m here always trying to look my best and I don’t have time or want the time to prove people wrong. Like the saying goes, looks are misleading and for me that is true.
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This story has taken me about three weeks to write and that’s a lot of work for me. See you, take care and always take care of number one.
David R.
P.O. Box 2611
Lynn, MA 01903
E-Mail: DavidR1994TBI@aol.com
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