What is This Really About?

Is this about the daily struggles of a head injured person, or the daily struggles of an older, now-single-after many-years-woman?  These days, many things seem clearer, yet there are still thoughts entering my head randomly that make me say:  Where did that come from?  Well, I tend to lump all the problems I face in the I've had a Head Injury categoy, but I hink that the fact I am alone does color my thoughts.  So, lets say I'm writing as a head injured now single, older (I think that part is important) woman.  We did determine that I am more a woman than I am a lady.


OK, with the help of a friend I've come to realize that I am a social person, even though I've never considered myself so.  Then why is it that every man I am attracted to is not?  They are not very social, that is, although they are very capable of holding their own ground in such situations.  Another friend pointed out that I only want the guy I cannot have, or at least, it does not seem likely that I will ever have them...in that way.  I seem to be a great buddy, and am fun to talk to, and be...well, out socially with.


Oh, by the way, I recently had another accident.  This time I sliced my leg open and  10 stiches were required to close the gap.  It is kind of a longish tale but I heard a comedian/musician on the radio this morning reduce lengthy famous songs, with humor, to 5-10 lines so I think I'll try that.

I ate pizza and watched a movie with a friend.  After he informed me that the theater was closed, I left, begrudgingly.  On the way to the driver's seat I raked the front of my leg, between ankle and knee, over something sharp, protruding from my vehicle.  After taking me to the hospital, in town, for said stiches, and driving back to his house, I continued home.  I know, not every man can appreciate this kind of drama and understand that it really is not drama.  Welcome to my world.