Combating Brain Injury

Hello All, this morning began with thunder, rain and a very bad headache. As I have previously shared I am a recovered TBI survivor. Dealing with the emotional ups and downs of TBI can be very difficult and trying for those you come in contact with. The people who don’t know the inner warfare you’re dealing with.

This morning I cried a river. I cried for my lost dreams. I cried for my confidence. I cried for the distance. It’s hard to think when you’re swimming in emotional turmoil. One minute you’re happy, almost euphoric, the next you’re crying a river.

I don’t have any answers if you’re looking for solutions. I just have my story.

In 2005 the crash ejaculated me from the vehicle hitting the back of my head and sending me into a coma, with a broken neck and broken arm. After being rushed to Wichita ICU for immediate medical treatment. I was diagnosed with severe traumatic brain injury and a VP Shunt was installed in my head. The shunt helps the fluid drain from my brain. It was put in because of my condition of hydrocephalus which is the condition of water being above the brain. The shunt works as a drain.

I woke from my coma with a light-headed unconscious feeling.  My head felt heavy and I remember being very confused as to why. A halo had been tightened around my neck the metal pricks rested against my forehead. I couldn’t talk because my mouth had been wired shut or even eat because of my feeding tube. IV’s trailed from my bed.

I was sent to Madonna Hospital in Lincoln, NE. Here, after loads and loads of therapy ranging from speech to physical, occupational and whatever else. I recovered slowly. My mother, a teacher stayed with me throughout my entire rehabilitation there. I am so thankful for her loving care at that time in my life. I couldn’t have survived as well without her. My dad also was a huge support as he visited the hospital quite frequently during my time there. Once he brought my puppy Cowgirl. That was a good day.

My time at Madonna was a trying one as I stubbornly dealt with the fact that I could no longer walk and was wheeled everywhere. Among other things, I could no longer do. The loads and loads of therapy plus my stubbornness to not give up really paid off. I remember walking across a blue rubber mat towards my mom for the first time. She was crying. I could now tell her I loved her and stumble behind a walker. I am so thankful to the therapists who worked with me during my struggles at Madonna. My especial recollection goes to my OT and PT who worked tirelessly with me, pushing me to achieve. And my huge immediate family. My sister who sang to me and my other sister who read to me.

I was really blessed and lucky. 

After struggling through the rest of my elementary, junior high and high school I finally graduated with a surprising 3.0. Thank you there to all the teachers and paras that helped me earn that. I went directly that summer on to Community College where I fulfilled an associate of general studies (AGS) emphasis in English, in a total of 4 years and loads of failed classes.

Keep your head up. Persevere.

Miracles do happen. 

Quiet Muddy Thoughts with Dapples of Sunshine

Hello all, today is labor day. When the entire town is shut down save for the bar downtown. The bar, Pinky’s, is a watering hole for farmers to go and commiserate about failed crops or broken down tractors. Passing on my walk this morning I saw a flock of old pickups parked outside. Circling the block I came to one of my favorite houses, a simple small white house with a small porch and two bright blue chairs. Next, is the mechanic’s shop with a bunch of old Humvees and trucks parked haphazardly outside. I walk the next block in silence as I wonder if the rental I had my eye on is still available. There’ s a sunshine in this little town, it keeps its head above water and everyone helps everyone. The beauty of a small community is that you’re never alone.

 

Early Bird Exercise

I have an internal alarm clock that I can’t shut off… The sound of my coffee pot happily perking started at 5:30 am this morning.

Well, getting up early at least affords me a little more time in my day. I have been working out in the mornings and taking walks in my small town. In my town, there is  talk of building a trail. Which, I think is great for the community but I don’t really understand why people aren’t just walking on the streets.

So this morning I actually spent applying to jobs. What a lark! Haha, not such, rather monotonous if you ask me. I skipped my workout, however, as of now I have clocked in almost 4,000 steps. Which for me is pretty good! Maybe today I’ll shoot for 6,000 steps. My walking app counts 6000 as being active and that would boost my confidence a lot!

Exercise is very important to me of recent. I had a goal when my boyfriend left to get a six-pack. Well, I don’t know how well that will work out but I certainly have been making gains as far as that goes.

I’ve also been working on my whole body’s nutrition. It makes me feel so much better if I eat well and exercise. I’ve been trying to eat a meat-free diet recently and focusing more on nuts, beans, and dairy.

So, with time I’m developing a healthier lifestyle, for lifelong gains.

 

Accentuate the Positive

Hello All! Let me begin by saying how blessed I am to be living and breathing today! I am so thankful for that.

I find myself currently in limbo. Between jobs, college and finding a new house. Haha, I’m sure up to my knickers in decisions. My life is somewhat chaotic right now. In chaotic times like these its a great reminder for me that I’m not in charge of my life God is. I have just been given this life.

Most certainly this is a challenging part of my life.

For challenging parts in life, I usually try and focus on the positive. Like that song, my kindergarten teacher taught us: You’ve gotta accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative latch on to the affirmative. Thank you for the positive energy Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters.

So with all the boxes and packing tape out, I’m feeling a bit successful. This is, of course, is only because of my organizing and packing nine boxes this morning. Everything is almost done, hurrah! I think I should definitely celebrate tonight… Brownies and Braveheart anyone?

This is my third time moving in my life. Not like moving countries or states or anything but still moving is moving. I may in the future have a lot more moving to do too, hopefully!

I’ve learned that labeling is crucial to the practice of moving. I found that my kitchen which took the most boxes. That may just be because of my ingredients… I have built quite the collection of spices and baking essentials. My kitchen boxes have a pink frill and red patterned apron ties hanging out of them.

Then to the bathroom which may take several boxes if you like makeup and hair accessories. It did for me at least. My bathroom is smaller so I was able to pack everything into one box nicely.

I will pack my bedroom tomorrow which surely will be quite the task… I hang all my dresses on hangers and poking holes in trash bags to cover. Which isn’t as nice as clear dress bags but I figure it works just the same. Since I only have three pairs of shoes it was easy for me to pack them in the bottom of the same box as my clothes.

One thing’s for sure with all this packing and stress of moving, I will get through this.  I just have to hum to myself, “You’ve gotta accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative…”

 

 

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