I had grand plans to reveal my newly organized pantry and freezer, but The Crash came. Living with a traumatic brain injury means you can never take your memory, endurance, ability to communicate, etc. for granted. I had a nice run of about two weeks where I was able to organize, declutter, and decorate.
This morning, my brain needed a break.
It's hard to explain what it's like when I'm in crash mode. If I catch it early and give myself the rest I need, it's a moderate headache, sensitivity to light and sound, fatigue, and a foggy mind for a day or so. If I push too hard, it's a severe headache, inability to tolerate any light or sound, exhaustion, and aphasia (loss of ability to find the words you want to speak). When I get to the point where I'm easily frustrated and I don't seem to be communicating well (because I'm asked to repeat what I'm saying, or I have to re-type as sentence four times to correct typos and make it clear, or my family look at me like I'm speaking a new language), I know it's time to put myself to bed.
I've learned to listen to my body. Or, at least I'm learning. A few days ago, I made this reminder to hang on our frig. The words came from a friend's Facebook wall. Life giving advice.
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