The only time I can't give them the attention is when my brain has an identity crisis and I turn into Manuel from Faulty Towers, or its as though I have a NHS hearing aid.
One day I say "Don't Shout!" and the next its "Can you speak up please?" My family and friends think I've lost the plot. I haven't of course, it's just my brain injury letting me know I'm not invincible.
My friend Nada and me have this in common, only she thinks she's lost her marbles. I can't find mine. She also gets very upset and cries as she is painfully shy and much too scared to ask the Neurosurgeons for help (she's had 4 tumours).
I'm still very sensitive about my blind squinty eye and I'm still bumping into things and apologising to fresh air, but the other "all seeing eye" has much better things to do, like reading the funnies on the Atom Forum as well as following the threads as they unravel into infinity like a knitted sweater in the jaws of a bored canine.
Simon is now known as the "Gay Smurf" after our outing with Alec and Davo a few weeks ago. While I settled back in Davo's Atom 300, he gingerly climbed into Alec's cockpit sporting a dashing brown/tangerine bobble hat and Oakley shades.
I think I need parking sensors when I'm out on the street. Simon thinks I need a loud hailer and a T-Shirt with the words "SELF CONSCIOUS -YES. SELF OBSESSED OH NO!" to announce to all the "me! me! me! bimbo's and himbo's" that not all women are the same.
It's as though my senses go into overdrive and I can feel my head starting to spin a la Exorcist
Atoms are still numero uno in my world (well, second to my loving husband)
Nadine (Atom groupie and wannabe owner)
