When training to be a journalist, I learned to make articles "time sensitive" to make a story up to date, or fresh. That is what makes news news, putting the "new" in news.
Therefore, I try and make these blogs based around what has happened that week, hopefully to make an interesting read, but most importantly, to keep a diary of events in my life to tell me what has happened that week.
Last weekend was eventful for Amy and I. On Friday night, we headed to Leicester, to meet up with two of my friends from when I was training to be a journalist at De Montfort University, in Leicester, called Nick and Ali. First of all, I must say, what a great night it was. Let me tell you why. I have mentioned before how I feel my brain injury has knocked my life out of sync. I'm now 32. I'm not what you call "young" anymore. This has been hard to accept, which has nothing to do with my brain injury. However, could someone please tell my body that?
Even though my brain injury, and recovery, have taken up the majority of my life for the last two years, I have been determined to lead as "normal" a life as possible. There's that key word: "normal." What is "normal"? What are the criteria? I mentioned in my birthday blog last November, there are no milestones associated with being "32" - how should a 32-year-old act? After this last weekend, I have discovered, they should not drink as much as we did!
It is okay for Amy, because she is only 23! Whereas Ali, Nick and I should know better. Let's just say, we were not feeling "fresh" on Saturday. To top it off, like we are glutton for punishment, we repeated the feat on Saturday, and went out for a drink with Amy's work friends. Firstly, I would like to point out this weekend was not like our usual weekends. Okay, yes, I covered a rugby match on Saturday, like I have done every Saturday for the last seven years. That was the normal part.
Amy and I are not the biggest of drinkers - (we still have two untouched bottles of white wine in our fridge from Christmas!) Amy definitely isn't the biggest drinker! But I was determined to do something any "normal" 32-year-old would do - such as go out for drinks with friends. After all, there would have been plenty of 32-year-olds out drinking on Friday, or Saturday night, so why should I be different? At the beginning of my recovery, I was not allowed to drink alcohol, because of the strength of the medication I was on. However, for some time now, I have been allowed to drink, because I came off the stronger medication and onto a "milder" one, which does not have such strong side effects, such as fatigue, where I had to nap every day.
I just enjoyed being a normal guy out with friends on a Saturday night. It was a release of thinking about everything for one night and it just being about having fun!