The doctor yesterday said I should take my progress "one week at a time".
It's been a week since the accident and I'm officially ready to vent.
I'm depressed. My eyes don't work together, so blurry-and-double vision means mild throw-up feelings unless I'm napping or I shut one eye (doesn't matter which eye). It's sunny and 75 degrees but I can't go for a run. My pool ID is ready to be picked up but I can't go for a swim. My helmet is cracked so I can't go for a ride. Words jump around the page when I read, even straight hallways swerve, and my only reprieve is my afternoon 3-hour nap. I can't even sip a beer on my balcony to celebrate summer vacation.
"It could be worse", they say.
"It'll get better."
"This is normal."
Yeah, I get that. I can still be pissed about it for a day, right?
P.S. The traumatic brain injury specialist guy rated my cognitive ability in the "high average to superior" range. I'm going to paraphrase it to mean I'm the smartest person he's ever met.