My brain has always worked a mile a minute and I was always someone who wanted instant gratification. Then my brain got extremely knocked around and there was nothing instant about any gratification. For the first 2 years, there was absolutely nothing, and I mean NOTHING, in terms of gratification so it wouldn’t have mattered if it was instant, it didn’t exist. When I had the stroke, on the inside my brain was still working a mile a minute but it sure as hell didn’t seem like it on the outside because I said some insanely weird things, when I could spit something out – and I was treated accordingly by pretty much everyone. So I was forced with the task of rebuilding my brain from the ground up. I couldn’t do anything anymore. Literally, anything. I couldn’t walk, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t write, I couldn’t hold a book, could still read a book though, like I said cognitively I was fine inside. All those stupid cognitive tests they give you in the hospital like asking you the year and the president – I passed all those tests with flying colors. Except the word test, I couldn’t do that. See, I wasn’t dumb – I was injured. I couldn’t drink from a f’ing cup without a lid on it. I couldn’t feed myself. I couldn’t roll over, I couldn’t look up. LIFE.WAS.HELL. Life is not hell anymore. And I also don’t need instant gratification anymore. I’m quite used to things taking a while.