3.0

Over the weekend, a few of my past friends visited with me.
They all commented that I appear to be Kris 3.0 ....
Oh how I laughed!
Yeah it seems as time progresses, the affects of the gases used on me this last surgery has brought more brain damage -  and personality changes.

Last night I had dinner with Dutchman, his wife and Gaelic Girl.  We went to a fairly nice fish house.  In the two hours we were there, we chowed through quite the pile of fish and chips!  I am still so full!  Ugh!

We talked about friends, families and where I am in my healing.  Nothing about the past which I was grateful for - it is very stressing trying to remember, usually to find no answers at all!  And Dutchman knows me far better than anyone else in this world so of course he had to nick me at the last possible moment!  Grrrrrrrrr!

We were leaving the restaurant which has a very steep incline to enter!  Dutch woman holding on to Gaelic Girl, GG holding me by my belt, me with my hand squeezing the brake on the kneeling scooter for all I am worth! and Dutchman walking backwards in front of me chattering away at how weird it is to see me with NO memory!

"So, you ever been to Spain."
"Well, yeah I know I went there in 6th grade..."
"No, I was a thinking like after college ..."
"No, I don't think so ..."
"You know, some time with the ETA?"
"What the .....?   I did something with the Basques?"
"Yeah, most memorable stories you had."
"ETA, what the heck could I have been doing with them? ......"

But just then a group of people came streaming by us, so the conversation was lost.
And Dutchman will be off and out of contact for an extended time again
Dang it!

Another secret to my past lost ......