What Good is "Normal" Post-Brain Surgery. Never Was Before.

Hello "normal." Well, aren't you a lot to manage. It sure was a lot easier being labeled as "other," and spending 5 years being less aware of the reality I'm surrounded by while neuropathways fought harder and harder to find a connection that made sense to them (#notadoctor).

This biological clock is ticking like a bomb about to go off in one of those ridiculous bags of garbage being floated from one Korea to another (I can't remember which one #memorylapse #painbarrier)

So, suddenly I'm healthy, but all the pain I've experienced means I can't do the totally "normal" and "expected" thing of being a M-O-M. I'm simultaneously glad and disappointed... It seems uber-stressful and my life feels like it's lacking something. "No amygdala and no hippocampus" jokes are running thin at this point, but for the win: something as serious as brain surgery CAN become integrated into your world so seemlessly that it doesn't have to be scary.

What remains terrifying: humans and their erratic behaviour. My limbic system was violently attacked to save my life. That system is basic, basic, basic. I'm talking Maslow's hierarchy level 1: eat, sleep, survive. Self-awareness does NOT matter at that level. If you can "surf the net", the limbic system gives zero craps. How do you connect with other humans when we all hide behind screens? I'm finding that out now. It sure isn't natural any more.