Return to Wisconsin

I moved away once again from California and ended up in North Dakota at one point. Hippie life. I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle back in Wisconsin. I had an apartment in Milwaukee.

In 1987, I was in a near-fatal car accident where I flew off my second husband Ken's motorcycle and collided with a left-turning van. My head and shoulders were impacted the most. I joke now that I'm a Frankenstein monster, with all of the pins and metal in my joints and body overall- I have to stay away from metal detectors. I was in the hospital for almost two weeks. When I woke up from the accident, I remember cursing out the floor nurses. A real sailor's mouth. In the 80s. Yeah... My temporal lobe was absolutely fried. I couldn't stop. I couldn't speak normally for 2.5 months, and even then it was like Tourette's. Since this accident, it was pointed out to me by my doctor that I would literally never think the same again. I was forever a new Judy whether I liked it or not. The trauma to my brain was so near-fatal that it just screwed me up enough to not need a feeding tube but enough that someone bumping me in public would result in a shove or witty remark. Unfortunately, and again, subtle foreshadowing, that forever "new thinking" would get me into some trouble later on down the road.

Where to next?

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You can choose what you want to read. My upbringing and rebellious teen years would fall under the first one California Livin'. My failed marriages, experiences with a drug family, and other hijnks are found under Return to Wisco. And finally, everything from fights with my son and my drinking problems to what I think about today's social issues is considered Adulthood.