0. Zero. I'm numb, have no interest in anything. I get up and lie down again. I should go out but that means taking a shower with all the thousands of niggling little details that I don't care enough to do, like getting the top off the shampoo. and the toothpaste, for that matter. And then I'd have to get dressed - there's intellectual heavy lifting for you! What fits? What's clean? What matches? The sun is blasting out there, I'll need a hat and sunglasses (find same). That kind of forethought (sp?). Don't care about spelling any more either. I had gathered a few people unto myself, but then dropped them because it's more work than I can do. And this concussion - 2 wks of headache and no painkillers left. Really dizzy. And a physio who wants me to do everything standing up. Also she got me a prescription for a cadillac of a walker, big cushion for sitting, places to store my stuff etc. Insurance covers it but I gotta dispense first, which I can't. Does this sound like a pity party? Well you *asked* how I feel