Go With The Fleau

Apparently my mother and I made plans to go to San Antonio today. These plans were made yesterday, I believe. My mom got off work and came to pick me up to head out and I was so confused. I have no recollection of setting up these plans. I mean, I remember that we were making plans, but I don’t remember what the final outcome came out to be.

I wanted to cry. I can’t explain the feeling I felt, it was a mix of sadness, frustration & over-all helplessness. I’m not sure exactly why, but I did. It’s not like I forgot that we had come to the plan off heading to San Antonio, it was like when I went back in my head to where that memory should be, well… it was just a void, like a black hole. Forgetting something is like a memory being covered in dust, it’s there just a little lost with time & covered up. This was different, this memory was completely gone.

I understand I had a concussion, but damn, I also had just created this memory. I know my mind deleted some memories, or perhaps just misplaced them, but is it still deleting/misplacing them?

The trip went well, and I suppose only time will tell how my brain decides to heal. Luckily, the people I’m currently surrounding myself with, my loved ones, are really patient with me. I guess all I can do is the same, be patient…