The Journey to Normal

A few weeks ago, they adjusted my meds. It took a little while for my body to adjust (that's pretty standard for the types of medication I'm on). I noticed about three weeks in that I actually felt somewhat lighthearted. The number of seizures I'm having has decreased. I worry a little less what my family is thinking. That last one is a biggie. About a year after my accident, when all the external bruises had healed and I could carry on a reasonable conversation and walk in a straight line, I discovered that my family thought I was fine. Granted they weren't around to see the seizures or see me stumble and struggle, but, I felt it was so unfair. I was not fine! I heard voices and music when there wasn't any. I couldn't cook without printing out the recipe. Even my cooking was problematic (seasoning was tricky because I would forget if I put something in or not). If I mentioned all these things they would get such an awkward look on their faces that almost made me feel guilty for mentioning them. It's now three years today since my accident. How close to normal am I you ask? Today, I got up, showered, walked the dog, had breakfast and didn't feel weird at all. I hear my husband working in his office and don't feel the usual pangs of jealousy that he can work. I look outside and appreciate the neighborhood I live in. But do I feel closer to normal? I guess you could say this is the closest I've felt since the accident and that's saying a lot.