Dec 13, 2005 10:33
I heard a report about shellshocked vets coming back from Iraq. Just like any other war, it has its mental side effects. They talked with a man who's short-term memory no longer exists.
There's a halfway house of sorts where this guy is staying. He's being trained, again. But this time it's training to deal with his new disability.
He's learning to write everything down. Without extensive notes, he cannot be a functioning person in society.
I think of this man now as I begin to slowly turn over my new leaf.
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I wrote that 4 days ago and was doing pretty well until we brought home a little baggie to relax with. Last night I was incapable of doing anything. My to-do list that I've been adding to like a maniac includes shopping for gifts, wrapping said gifts, packaging them and mailing them to Alaska in time for the holidays.
Also on the list - laundry, hand-washing (I'd love to wear my nice scarf again), organizing my disaster of a living space, a gift project I've been putting off for months, and buying something new to wear to family gatherings.
No more induced relaxation until I have at least the Alaska stuff squared away. I just have to buy one more thing. Where the heck am I going to find a box big enough for all this crap? I've never sent a holiday package like this before. I might have to go with UPS or something...