So now I'm up to getting myself to all my appointments. Some things I'll seek to do will unfold as follows:

- contact my university nursing director, and verify the terms of work agreement for upcoming semester
- connect with ladies who've been supportive, and have indicated reason to link up with me
- get with my brain injury specialist, who has brain-train software to share
- get with my Dr.(s) who will make up my treatment as time goes on
- participate in Speech Therapy: both at Carilion, and at Radford University, in a way that optimizes the work
- touch back with my Uncle Russ; who wants me to come up with times this June to allow he and Aunt Martha to visit
- get with the Skinners, who will go away for a week the same week that JT goes to NIST (I'm the one to care for their three pups - in the evening

and the list goes on!

My attitude is actually quite good. With some resolve, I'm quite able to have certain habits go quiet. For example, while hiking and while cycling, I've lost quite a lot of that old downhill anxiety. John always acts as if he doesn't know what I speak of! Only that certainty, that for every inch I go downhill, I'll pay on the uphill effort. He doesn't know it, but it's the *not* knowing how to transact it that gets me every time. (At least, that's the way things *used* to be! Now I'm not afraid to go uphill - I just do it.) Not such a bad deal!

You see this past week, I've secured my driver's license. This is really big - and my life will change exponentially as a result. Yes, I find myself a little frightened by expectations to become more independent.

These concerns are complicated by the tendency for my doctor to *want* me to claim disability (his specialty) - the opposite problem, if you will. He'll have me seen by neuropsychology for the final analysis: go to work, or wait. He's cute (right, at my age I can say this,) energetic, and full of himself.

Well, now I need to figure out how to approach Marcella next week; all I can do is tell her what I'm facing. More I need to tell her that I don't like it ... but, there we are. I don't like it. Still, I'm wondering about all those folks out there who struggle with head injury - real head injury.