Recovering from brain surgery is like having three of us here, all with slightly different ideas about how stuff works. There’s my sense of self, which is trying to keep track of everything and hold it all together. And the physical body, which has forgotten all its habitual movements and freezes into weird positions. And the brain itself, which is glitching all the time. All three of us keep grabbing the joystick!
“Brain injuries are all about realizing that there are three of you — your own bad self, the stupid body, and the stupid brain, which keeps glitching no matter how many times you try to reboot.”
That was it. The next thing was to send me home to recover in familiar surroundings. I was home about 40 hours after surgery.
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