Wanted: Brain Plumber

Remember that time I did somersaults in the pool and broke my brain?

Still broken.

I tell people my brain is leaking, but what I really should be saying is the tear in my dura has not healed so I have been leaking spinal fluid for three hundred and sixty-four days.

But saying “My brain is leaking” is more fun to say.

Not any more fun to live, but I take what I can get.

What I do have, in addition to a migraine, an aversion to bright lights, a very faulty memory, and random bouts of slurred speech and minor bouts of manic like behavior, is a collection of class four drugs, and an impressive fedora collection.

Because fedoras are this light adverse gal’s best friends.