It was a good day in at least one way. My toe, operated on last week, was pronounced healed by a smiling Doctor Daly, and I am back to wearing my normal brace and shoes. As of tomorrow, I can shower again.  The work on my toes is done, I can walk when I’m past the brain bleed.

There was stricter news i the day: I am coming to accept that my brain concussion is still affecting my movement and stability. I’m making more mistakes and typos (I’ve fixed that, at least for now), getting stuck on some words, and spinning after certain movements.

I admit I have had a hard time accepting the seriousness and severity of this injury. I need to be more scrupulous in my work, my vertigo exercises, and my slowing down my movements. It is not permanent; it will take more time to heal, and I need to accept and acknowledge that.

Writing and p photography are not a problem; it is movement and a failure to rest more. I had no trouble going out and taking three photos; I won’t skip posting my essays,  art photography or blogging.

I told a friend yesterday that I didn’t trust myself to drive to have lunch with him on Wednesday; he called today and said he would pick me up and drive me to and fro to a nearby restaurant. I agreed. It is thoughtful.

One friend, an emergency care nurse,  suggested I explore taking some very mild cannabis gummy bears, and he insisted they would be helpful in getting past the brain issues.

I will have to think about that and talk to a doctor. I’m wary of any drugs, even legal ones. My prescription pills are enough.

I had a busy day writing, and that feels good. I had a visit with Zip, and Zinnia came along. Zip jumped up onto the hay bales and then calmed down. I got down as this injury drags on, but the flowers  helped to pull me up.

Hail the begonia

The birth bath is more beautiful than ever.

I love these colors. Good night, see you in the morning.