There's Something I'm Missing...

 It doesn’t happen often, well, not these days anyway, but every once in a while something pops up that reminds me I’m head injured. 

You would think after almost 19 years my life would have probably leveled out.  Everything that was going to be different would be different and everything that was going to be the same would be the same.  

At least that’s what you would think.  

That’s what I would think.  

Actually, that’s what I used to think.  

I don’t even know where we were, or what we were doing and I don’t even think it matters.  Whatever it was, I started laughing and that’s when it happened.  The look on Melissa’s face told me that something wasn’t quite right.  

“What?” 

“Your eyebrows!”  Came the startled reply.  “They just did that cute thing that they used to always do…you know...before the accident…” 

And my heart sank.  

It’s hard to face the fact that a character trait is missing.  It is especially hard when the character trait in question is something that your wife remembers was “cute.”  

She tried to show me, but to tell the truth I don’t even know exactly what it is that’s missing.  I mean really, how many times do you see your own eyebrows while you're laughing?  

I know I’m not exactly the same.  And really, wouldn’t I have changed anyway?  It’s been over 18 years!  

What gnaws at me is the fact that there’s something I’m missing. 

Sleep Deprived...

Have you ever heard of a Sleep Deprived EEG?  

Well I hadn’t either, but evidently if “they” want to rule out other things and confirm a migraine diagnosis then “they” decide that that (I mean a sleep deprived EEG) is what you need to do.  I’ve been up since 5:30am on 2/9/09 and we report to the EEG place at 12:15pm on 2/10/09. 

So we’ve only got about 10 more hours to stay awake…I’ll try to remember to keep you posted, however, I’m getting a wee-bit loopy.

I'm Scratching my Head...

What would make a person decide that it’s socially acceptable to answer the door in their underwear?  

For me, and I’m not sure what this says about my upbringing, but I’m not in the habit of lounging around the house in my drawers.  The only times I can think of that I’ve only got on only underwear are the times when I’m in-between outfits, or getting ready to take a shower.  I have been known to sleep in my underwear, but I usually sleep in running shorts.  (I realize I’m bordering on too much information, but stick with me, I’ll get to the point soon!) 

However, even if I was hanging out in nothing but my skivvies, I wouldn’t answer the door without first putting on some pants, or throwing on a robe, or wrapping something around myself.  A blanket, a towel, a jacket, a trash bag...something!

So please explain why a parent would decided to not only come to the door, but also invite her child’s teacher into her house wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of red, lace panties! 

Sure, there are times you’re caught off guard, but this is a person who was told, not five minutes before, that people were coming over! 

Sometimes all you can do is scratch your head and avert your eyes.