Woke with a headache and nausea. Today’s first text: my nephew had a traumatic brain injury last night. Motorcycle in the rain. My sister’s sick. My bro-in-law is sick. I kept the brain moving. Gave a French lesson. A longtime pal and so smart spent 3 hours chatting and eating. The fear: friends will show up for awhile, but they will eventually forget this injured old man. STOP
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