Sometimes I get soooo jealous when people talk of going to work or getting a job, or......... You never know how much you miss working until you no longer can. By the end of the first year, as bad as I wanted to go back to work, reality hit me that work just wasn't in my immediate future. At the end of my 2nd year I had recovered enough to recognize many weakness' that needed to improve if work was going to be in that future. As I now approach the end of the 3rd year, in spite of the fantastic recovery, my body is only 75% of what it was and my mind?, well that is a horse of a different color.
I have learned that my best communication is only when I use a keyboard. Verbally, my communications skills are like a blinking light - on/off, on/off. Sometimes I can go as long as 2 hours and then boom, it's gone. I know that it is a different skill set and it uses a different part of the brain but that is part of what was damaged. At least I did regain most of my ability to talk, just not all of it.
So my day consisted of doting on my fish, trying to resolve a banking problem and my wife ended up having to go handle it as they couldn't understand what it was I wanted to accomplish. AND I managed to make dinner - frozen pot pies! It has taken me 6 months to learn how to bake them in the oven and I actually got it done without burning them or having them still frozen in the middle although I still burn my fingers because I can't seem to remember to get hot pad out first before reaching in! Doing TV dinners is still hard but I am getting better at that. (Funny thing is, I can still fix a computer or diagnose a problem on an engine!) Frustrating I assure you!