Relapse

Yesterday was pretty brutal. Now that I have my brain back, I have come away with this: I can't work full days yet. Put that way, it's no big deal. It's still only December. This is a problem I can solve. It sure didn't feel that way yesterday, when I turned back into a Brain Patient. We've been calling me Brain Patient to describe my stare-into-space, semi-functional recovery state. For two months now it's been used only as a joke. Sometime along the lines of stubbing a toe and saying "Damn it Brain Patient, watch where you are going!". Yesterday I turning into a fucking eggplant again for the second half of the day. It feels awful, and it's very frustrating. I actually quite like thinking.