Making Sense, Scents, Cents since...

There are moments when I became aware of moments. Or time. The passage of time. I feel as though my brain injury happened six months ago. I'm dealing with recovery, (?) getting things together and dealing with what happened a little while ago. Then I come to understand (?) that I'm approaching two years since the injury occurred.  Two years? Pain areas, stiffness, memory and personality difficulties, imbalance and tiredness and on?
Christ! I did not get in a train wreck. I fell five or six feet and cracked the right side of my head open. The brain slammed into the left side (really?) and therein lies the problem.
Really? It did almost kill me.
Unreal...
In many ways I feel I'm ninety five. Life has moved on. Career over. My body has aged. The days have shortened along with ability. Like someone (me?) flicked a switch. How did I get here?
Old age slowly arrives. Not in a click or a flick of a switch. But it's here. Or is it?