As time goes on, I’m reminded that I’m still recovering from a head/brain injury, that I’ve still a ways to go, and bumping into a new wall, or hanging from a new edge, is mighty uncomfortable. And, though I know the drill.. I’ve been here now hundreds of times. The need to recoil, wring myself out, or dust myself off.. apologize as necessary for blunders in speech or actions (and try not to worry what others think).. attend to any physical boo-boos (and elicit medical care, as appropriate)..