My Brain Is Normal Again

This is, incidentally, someone else's brain.

I'm starting to feel almost alive again,  and my doctors are beginning to relax a bit. I had an MRI today. The inside of my head supposedly looks pretty much the way it should look. I initially had a slight bleed, which is why I've done almost nothing for the past twelve days, but it appears that my head has mended. I'm not supposed to engage in contact sports, bunjee jumping, or anything else similarly jarring or hazardous, but normal day-to-day activities are acceptable. The deep tissue bruise around my thigh is more of a concern to my doctor now than is my head. Deep though the bruise may be, it's still just a bruise,  and it will go away. I wouldn't be allowed to snowboard or ski, but since I can't anyway because I don't want to mess with my ability to play the violin for my senior violin recital in February, it's not that big of a deal.

I'm flying to northern Idaho with my family in six days. I'll return the day after Christmas. On December 30 I'm traveling by car to Utah with my pseudorelatives and my friend Alyssa. Alyssa sustained a moderately severe injury in a soccer class at her college, and she can't ski or snowboard, either, so the two of us can commiserate together. We'll return home on December 5.

Tomorrow night i will take my violin to Pseudouncle scott's house and run through my recital music with him. One pice is a solo piece, and another is violin and guitar, but all other pieces involved piano accompaniment.

I'm allowed to drive again beginning tomorrow. I'm not sure where I'll drive, but since I have a brand new car that I have not yet driven, I will take a trip somewhere.

I may earn a bit of money as a paralegal for partof a homicide trial. My psuedoaunt is second-chairing it, but she's been singing my praises to her boss, who's the lead attorney on the case, and he said the office will spring for my pay for a few days of work during jury selections.  The jury pool is large, and they could probably use an extra pair of hands to keep track of all the papers they havbe to handle in seating a jury for a case of such magnitude.

Nuckie and Pookie Were Lovers

Nuckie and Pookie were lovers. Oh Lordy, how they could love.

I'm at my pseudoaunt's and uncle's house today and tonight.  When pseudouncle finished his shift this afternoon, we drove to my house to pick up my car and to take it out for a brief spin. We drove an hour or so north and had dinner in a little town at a great restaurant. I ordered tri-tip and was able to eat about three bites, but they were tasty bites, and I have the rest for later.

On our way back to the pseudos' house, we stopped and each got a pint of our favorite Baskin Robbins ice cream. I always choose rainbow sherbet. I could live on Baskin Robbins rainbow sherbet, but I've yet to taste any other brand of sherbet that I would willingly  eat. Most sherbet tastes to me like children's chewable Tylenol. Baskin Robins tastes like very cold and sweet fruit. Cold Stone ice cream is superior to Baskin Robbins ice cream, but not to their sherbet.

I like my new car. I haven't driven it yet because I do not yet have clearance to drive and probably won't for another week, but I could tell just from riding in the car that it's a good car. I like the interior a little better than that of the previous car (may he rest in peace). It's gray and plush.

The pseudos are asleep I think. I don't hear any noise outside my room. I think I will get up and eat another three bites or so of my trip tip dinner and maybe a bit of my sherbet as well. God knows I can't afford to lose any more weight and desperately need every calorie I can possibly ingest.

My pseudouncle says that the song my dad remade into a song about Nuckie and Pookie last night is actually called "Frankie and Johnny." It's about a love gone incredibly -- fatally -- bad. Johnny was Frankie's man, but he done her wrong and all. Elvis supposedly recorded it, but he sang the song in first person. I'm not sure what a person could do to make this particular song any worse than it was in its original incarnation, but singing it in first person would probably do the job. I reiterate that my dad really needs to hold onto his day job.