Hi everybody! Well, another week goes by. I was reading my previous blog and I realized it is good to look back and see what happened. It's good to see where you were then, and where you are now. Because of this thought, I'm going to benchmark where I am now and how I feel. I feel like shit. I'm in a wheelchair, still, but I can walk with the assistance of 2 people. I can feed myself, very carefully. My vision is still double and shaky, but it is getting better. I still have difficulty talking. I was talking to my assistant the other day. She totally misunderstood me. I was talking about something and to her it sounded like I said, "I've done a couple of porn videos." Man, I guess I got a ways to go to get better. Anyway, it's good to keep a diary. I'm still haunted by the videos I made, but I do see a progress. I'm getting better, but it's slow. So slow. Remember, be patient.
The County Nurse came by today. They stop by every once in a while to check up on me. When you have a traumatic brain injury, it's good to try and get a traumatic brain injury waiver. You can only do this if you're on Medicare. If you're going through what I went through, you will understand what I'm talking about. The waiver will bring you so many more benefits. Ask your County Nurse about this. It really helps me. The other thing I've done is sign up for my local gym. It's a wellness center. Good for strength building.
The other thing that happened this week was I went to my local church with my family. They were blessing the animals so I thought it would be appropriate I went. I got to see 2 of my good friends from grade school. One of them is sitting right in front of me. It was good. And my other friends came over to talk about my next fundraiser. The other project I'm working on is a coast to coast trip. I will include the link. Check it out.
https://mypointofviewproject.wordpress.com/
I can't remember what I was going to talk about with a TBI, so I'll go on to tell a few stories about things that happened in the past. You know, I always say your photograph, the picture you take is only as strong as your weakest element. For example, if the clothes suck, the picture sucks. If the make-up is weak, the picture is weak. You know, it's rare that everything comes together and you get a great picture. There are so many elements involved. (See, my speech needs work. My friend here said, "There's elephants involved?!") Anyway, back to my story. One of the many elements are the people involved. You know like the art director, the photographer, the model, etc., etc. Everyone works hard to get the perfect picture. You know, I've been lying on my back for quite some time. I never really expressed my appreciation but I really appreciate the hard work that the producers do, and the hair & makeup, etc. They all work really hard. I used to tease people a lot. For example, one time this producer left her balcony door open so I thought it would be good to get my assistants together and fill her entire room with full plastic glasses of water. She had to drink her way to the bathroom. And if that wasn't enough, my assistant thought it would be really funny to put her entire mini-bar under her bed. Oh yeah, we also put all of her balcony furniture on her bed, and took a picture of all of us on her bed at the cafe table. We got in trouble because when she checked out, her mini-bar bill was $600. Something like that. Anyway, I just wanted to say the producers get a lot of grief but work really hard. I just want to say a couple of things because I haven't said them in a while. "What? This is it for breakfast? What do I look like a bird? Salmon again? You can't be serious. I've changed my room. Again."
Another person that's really important on the shoot is the hairdresser. Hair is really difficult. It can make or break your photo. It's hard to find a good hairdresser. One guy I knew was a really good hairdresser. You'd never know it by looking at him. The guy looked like a linebacker for the Giants. Anyway, he was from East London. One day he called me up and in a thick East London accent he said, "Brian, I'm shooting fucking dogs today." I said, "Come on, man. The girls can't be that bad." He said, "No man, I'm shooting f-u-c-king dogs. Real dogs. I've got to do the hair on the lot of them. I've had it. I'm going back to London. This is bullshit. I'm a good hairdresser. Now I'm doing dogs." He was upset for some reason. The guy was a great hairdresser, but the last vision I have of him is him throwing down a girl I was dating onto the dance floor and biting her foot. The guy was a wild man. I had to convince her not to call the police. She was really going to call the cops on him. It was all a bit much. Good party though.
Well, that's it for this week. My friend here will include some cartoon images from the past. I hope you have a good week. I'll get back to work. Love, B. Nice
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