Last Thursday I came home extremely tired and with a somewhat bad headache. It's not uncommon, and the fatigue has become so routine that when I get home our dog Esther expects me to go up and lay on the bed for a nap. She runs to the top of the stairs and barks at me (it’s an extremely loud bark, she is a German Shepherd- Lab mix, so she commands your attention) waiting for me to get to the bedroom. It's frustrating, the fatigue, and as much as I want to believe that I'm still trying to recover from a brain injury, I am slowly being forced to face that this is the rest of my life.
Corn Flakes: A Rotten Kid And A Bad Choice
