I started my new volunteering job. I am tutoring a few kids 2 days a week, out in the hall, at our neighborhood school. I really enjoy it, and it makes me think, maybe my passion for teaching may still be there buried deep inside a damaged brain. I like the familiarity of the school system.

I sent off last month, for my hospital records, and got them in the mail last Friday. It was a big deal, reading the typed information about myself in the notes, and seeing, what the docs wrote about me. I read, where I gained 8 pounds in one week in rehab.

How?? I have no idea. It's not like I loved their food, maybe lack of excersize and water retention?? I don't care, it's in the past now. I read where my nuero psych chick listed the battery of tests, that were used when she screened me. I have to take a nerve pill everytime I look at the papers, b/c it brings back a nightmare I like to pretend didn't happen. I may have to take one, just thinking about the papers.

DD has a dentist appt. today, long over due for one. I thought I better hurry and get it done before dental hygeine month comes and that way I 'll look like I am on top of things. WE have no dental insurance that is one of my reasons for putting it off. I hope it's not too $$. Oh well, it is worth it.

I know this blog jumped around lot in topics, but, thanks for hanging in there with me.

-Amy