Back to “Reading”….

This last book I mentioned on January 8th… eh, it’s… well… a bit complicated and my brain is just not working with the drastic changes per chapter… no.. more like, paragraph. Ugh.

NEW BOOK to read in my Kindle. Word-for-word by LOOKING AT THE PAGES (in my Kindle) WITH MY EYES. (Not being read TO me.) Not “complicated” at all. Because of the belief this is a worthy book that should be gracious of letting me read it, the book itself should be feeling happiness. None the less, let me tell you the title:

Never Ever Give Up: The Inspiring Story of Jessie and Her JoyJars

Again, just as last book I completed, it is a true story. You might be asking…

“Mr. Darren, while you are reading this new book, are you having salty-water escape from those things on your face called eyes?”

Uh, yeah. Had one place where this was happening, but after turning the page and reading the words there, I was laughing because of a different something happening.

What was making me cry and laugh, and choosing not to tell? Maybe I just don’t want to give away the book OR maybe my memory isn’t here enough to remember that? I just remember the actions that were taken after reading…. something…

“Head” Pictures

I was “digging” through my list of my own hospital pictures of myself from earlier in 2014 and thought…

“Why didn’t I share this one I just came across..??”

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Huh? Then I was looking some more and just found this…

1610111_10202539248015270_1501052759_nSo, you can see that I didn’t really find too much just by looking around… Type later…

How am I feeling today?

I have this “habit” of reading my entries that I do, and I have decided that my entries shall be done on more of a regular basis, just to have more.

I have been speaking to a good friend on the phone almost every evening and yesterday was quite odd in my “book of  communication” that we shared. I was doing the speaking a majority of the time. This was odd. Usually my friend does the larger percentage of speaking, while I do the listening.  This “change” in the ability to find words to speak, and do that, is quite odd. I had the words in my mind that I would want to say, I ALWAYS HAVE, but my mouth agreed to work along to get this out.

Well, well, well…… Not my “mouth” agreed? It’s the portion of the BRAIN that controls the the mouth. The thoughts were getting there. Thoughts have always been in the brain, just unable to exit through the mouth. Now, it wasn’t to be said that I had anything intelligent to speak, but still. 🙂

Well, it’s getting closer to eating time and I’m reading (listening to) a new book. Not sure about this one. Very strange, fictional and very very long.

Appointment

On the last day of the year, I headed over to the hospital again (for the billionth time) to see my Psychologist. Not a Psychiatrist, but a Psychologist. Got it?

Just talked back and forth….  la la la….

And what does the Psychologist tell me? “You should need a Psychiatrist.” Oh, great…. Psych here.. Psych there..

Psych-ee the Brain. Okay.

So, I guess I’ll be doing that stuff down the road… someday soon. I just have to “find” one and “pick” one? Just as long as this person that I am talking to can understand… whatever… my stuff… brain… mmmmm…?