About Me
I was a professional author with 8 books in print when I received a traumatic brain injury. Shortly after the injury, I was effectively illiterate. With the help of my wife, doctors, medication, and therapy I have been able to regain or relearn cognitive skills. This blog is one of the therapies I am using for recovery. All of what are my thoughts, but much of it has been clarified with the assistance of my wife without whom I would be lost.
If occasionally it seems like I have gone off into left field and have ranted entirely too much or used language which is over the line for the subject, chances are you are reading a post Aimee (my wife) was not involved with. Part of the traumatic brain injury seems to involve damage to my pituitary gland. As a result, I am on hormone replacement therapy and as anyone who has dealt with such matters can tell you, it is not an exact science. One in particular, testosterone, seems responsible for rage. Without it, men tend to put guns to their own head. With too much of it, they tend to put guns to other people’s heads. The goal is to keep me somewhere in the middle.
Fortunately, this is just a Blog and that is the single most important thing anyone should remember when reading it. It is not just the opinions of an individual, it is the opinions of an individual with brain damage who is on not only hormone replacement therapy, but anti psychotics, anti depressants, and a host of other medications that modern science has discovered will keep people with my type of injury manageable. Occasionally, I aspire for more than manageable and that is when I tend to get into trouble. So again, please remember this is just a Blog.
Writing about you is like playing Russian Roulette with a semi-automatic. If you talk too fondly about yourself, then you are self-promoting. Don’t talk fondly enough, then you self-degrading. The trick seems to be to find a happy medium. Unfortunately, some folk are never happy and it seems like medium is last size anyone ever orders. It’s either; small because I’m on a diet or supersize it because I am like the rest of America. So what’s a Yeti to do?
Well, a Yeti does what a Yeti does. If that Yeti is a Leo, he does it with a roar. This Yeti is a Leo and that is what this blog; roaring (AKA showing off). What the hell else is a blog about? Blogs are tools of vanity. They are personal webspace for folk who want to keep a diary for public consumption. If bloggers didn’t think they were something special, why would they think anyone would care about reading their blog among the sea of thousands. Why would there be a sea of thousands? So I am just going to say it; I am special.
Right about now, you are probably thinking about the short bus. Words are funny that way. You can say someone is special, unique, or unusual. Each can mean approximately the same thing or something wildly different depending on the context and even the tone in which the word is used. I mean all three, as well as odd and freaky.
Despite my wife explaining this to me for years, I only realized this while working on the integration for this blog software. Now I will my area in this new service to illustrate just how special (odd or freaky) I really am.
