Heck, I think the only reason the Good Lord kept me around, was to annoy people. I haven't figured any other reason. Its been a brutal and humbling 6 years. I'm really not kidding, with doctors' reactions. It was almost comedic sometimes. But, there's so many things screwed up in me, I really don't know it all myself. I get yearly scans, they meet with me, tell me something and I go, "Huh? You never told me that..." Then they'll explain it in some medical terminology, how they did... and my eyes glaze over. In one ear, out the other.
I was doing some stretching, late one night. I remember pain so bad, I've blocked out the memory of it. I just remember the surprise. Waking up my estranged, then... waking up in the hospital like 5 days later.
Its not all doom and gloom. It took a while, but it changed my perspective on things that are important and what's not. I still struggle with it of course. But, I think I'm heading down the right path. The military had to cop to taking a lot of the responsibility, so I'm doing OK.
Thanks for the well-wishes, understanding.
Baker still doesn't have a concussion.