Bashing my head against the wall

This brain injury thing is turning out to be even less fun than I thought, and I'll be just as happy when it's over.
That's pretty funny, as there's little hope I'm going to wake up tomorrow (or any other day) and be "all better".
But I've realized that the only thing to do is press on, regardless.
I try and compensate as best I can, but there are definitely holes in the process.
How can you help? Glad you asked.
Email me (as often as you can stand to, anyway) at mseymour@proofmark.com
It helps to relieve the boredom of trying to navigate life with blinders on.
Or you can just leave comments here on the blog, of course.
Or both.
Thanks.