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...A dispatch from bewilderness

“My body was 56 when my new brain arrived. The bad news is I acquired aphasia. That means I can’t find words like I used, can’t line them up and connect them, can’t make them do what I need them to do. There were other problems, too, but I forget what they were. Oh, right, I also got amnesia.

I was hit by a drunk with a truck. This made me lose my mind — the mind I had before. I mean it banged up my brain.

Lots of things can be replaced. Your brain isn’t one of them. Doctors said they needed to replace the memory board, the logic board, the chipset, the plug-ins, and the peripheral wiring. But they couldn’t.

My body? It’s great. Great I still have one. One more thing. My expiration date. Insurers recently revised the expected date of my demise. It’s in July, but not this July. I relearned to read at age 56. That’s how I learned 31,000,569 remedies to fix my brain, some of which I’ve tried.

Fyi, I’m not the kind of women who scrubs her kitchen in full hair and makeup while wearing an ethereal sundress. In fact, I’ve never owned an ethereal sundress, but if I had ever owned one, I wouldn’t clean the kitchen in it.

I’m also not the kind of woman who cooks by candlelight to “romanticize” my life or stores detergent in Mason jars to “romanticize” my home. I mostly quit TV to avoid the orange guy. But I saw him onscreen the other day looking quite annoyed, of course. He almost always looks annoyed.

This time, he was pissed at journalists for trying to put his words in CONTEXT. Also for RECORDING his words to prove he DID say what he says he DIDN’T say.

But he was especially pissed at the Editor of The Atlantic for RECEIVING an email filled with classified information that his Security staff sent in ERROR. Yes, his top Security consigliere and the rest of his Homeland Security cohort. I freelanced for The Atlantic when I had my former mind.

I imagine a perfect world. People have the food they need, the money they need, the health care they need, plus the faith, love and strength they need. And the roof over their head. Nothing stalls, leaks, cracks, creaks, squeaks, or falls apart. Elon is not in charge.”