Last night I was so tired! When I had gotten home from my wonderful time at the Indian restaurant I found the dishes needed washed. So after washing the dishes I was feeling more awake. I have had trouble sleeping for years and I did not want tonight to be a night I couldn’t sleep. I would guess this sleeplessness resulted from my TBI.
When I was in the grocery store last I picked up some chamomile “sleepy” tea. With my farm experience/herbal research I do know that chamomile is a sedative. It was glorious! I had the best sleep with no interruptions!
If, perhaps you have the same problem. Here are a list of other herbs and methods for sleep:
Hot milk, touch of honey, with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg
Lavender candles- the scent of lavender
Eating a small bow of oatmeal– SHOCKER!! But one I can definitely attest too.
Also, there’s this breathing exercise that I learned: Here’s how it goes: Close you eyes begin breathing deeply, picture a Black sea and on it a black ship. Watch the rhythm of the waves. Keep breathing deeply.
That last one is pretty nifty. My grandfather, who fought in the Frozen Chosin war taught me that one. Does the trick too!
Oh my goodness friends, my dear and I were invited to a dinner out tonight with some friends. My friend told us the occasion and boy did she choose the right spot!! We met up with everyone at an Indian restaurant that was hands down 10/10. I had too many dishes of too many entrees/appetizers/desserts I couldn’t pronounce and, of course my friends, the company was superb!
The trip home took a good long time, so my dear, and I enjoyed the long dark ride. Passing cars in the dark reminded me of Tracy Chapman’s, Fast Car song. Which really is sad and quite melancholy.
Anyway, hope all is well with everyone and I look forward to posting my next adventure soon 🙂
So last night my closest and I had a pizza night. It was superb!
As I ran to get the door I could smell the wafts of marinara and cheese. It was superb! I opened the door and ushered in my closest holding a fresh baked pizza and a bottle of red wine! what a dear. My dear is basically a home chef! 🙂
Anyway, after our pizza we watched a movie called Night School which was pretty funny. Actually it was just funny. Not funny enough to be pretty funny. It’s one of those movies you’d want to watch when you just need to relax and giggle a bit. It was a great night and one I shan’t forget anytime soon!
And I know what night school is like. Oh, Lordee! I remember my night classes in college. For me it was even worse not only did I have a night class but I had a night class in algebra. Arrgggh… Thankfully, I made it out alive, metaphorically of course.
I recently read an article online that horrified me. As I sat with my fresh brewed Columbian coffee in hand I sat and cried.
The article was about Pornhub’s promoting Premium service to users starting in Italy, Spain, France then going to Canada and even the United States. The company commented that during this crisis the sites statistics,
“clearly illustrate that people all over Europe were happy to have distractions while quarantined at home.”
Porn watching is quickly transitioning into rape, abuse, and sexual exploitation, and even TRAFFICKING! It MUST be stopped. This is an exploitation on humanity and must be stopped for the good of our society. It is a triggered by despair, lack of pride, and a disillusion that “this simple fix” will be the mental release. This is not the release men, but a horrible exploitation of all the is good, unique and alive in a person.
Porn is the destruction of society. Porn strips away all human dignity. It is the base of animalistic ways. We are, hominum (humans) not animals.
As I sip a steaming cup of strong dark Sumatran coffee I muse over my new e-textbook, “Mental Health and Case Management”.
Before I get into that, pigeons make the coolest noises. There’s a nest of them outside my window and I love hearing them while I’m writing. I think they’re rooting… or rather cooing, for me to finish my degree ;).
I am reading this book as a prerequisite for my degree in psychology. I intend to use this degree to pursue a Master’s in Counseling. I am thrilled to be pursuing this as I have always been intrigued with the counseling career, though, have struggled with self-confidence. By a stroke of coincidence, I began living in a household with a counseling student for a roomie. And thus gained the confidence I needed.
Back to the textbook. So far I’ve learned that case management is no 9-5, walk-in-the-park, kinda job. The time you need to dedicate to your clients is, as I’m guessing, quite exhausting. Case managers are essential to the psychiatric rehabilitation of an individual and are fundamental to their recovery.
The really wonderful part about this job, that I think is so in-line with my thinking, is respecting and empowering individuals. Celebrating small successes to give your clients hope and courage to strive to become better. This career is about giving your clients compassion and empathy everyday. Not to be overly BOLD in saying this but that is literally my calling card. I love loving people.
I haven’t finished the textbook yet, so more later. Next up I’m delving into a chapter on “Medications and Managing Psychotic Disorders”.
Hello, I am Maggie Kuhn. You may be thinking of the historical Maggie Kuhn the Grey Panther activist who died, coincidentally, the same year I was born. Now, if that’s not a call to action for myself, then I don’t know what is. I do read quite a lot and drink coffee quite a lot… and smile QUITE A LOT!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
My mission, through this blog is to inspire disabled people struggling with traumatic brain injury and other neurological conditions, to be inspired and have hope for the future. I have had my own struggles after my fatal car wreck, with TBI, neck fusion, and dystonia. I am, however, a fighter, (also, Irish…fighting Irish, haha).
I am a pro-life Catholic author and activist. Of course, a world of difference with what my predecessor was. We are in name the same but worlds apart in our mission.
By writing this blog I am hoping to inspire others through my mission of spreading good will and hope to others, through my own journey as a TBI survivor. Working around my disability and struggling to stay afloat in this world. Clinging close to religion, love, and good will.