today I went to work. I had a cold during the weekend and my lower back ached, so, most of the weekend, I was with the poodle in bed.

Work went okay, I did the report I had to do (told me a little over an hour) then I just playing on the interwebs. I did email my TBI doctor this morning and she hadn't answered yet. One thing I asked the doctor is how did the concussion change my personality so much? I played high school football, I was a military policeman, and now my life is sitting on my chair with my dog on my lap. Where did I go wrong?

I know, its another July63 whine and cheese feast, but I am sick of being this way.

Did I say ugh