Traumatic Brain Injury ~ 8 Years Later

June 19 marked 8 years since I fell and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Eight years!

If you or someone you know has suffered a TBI, you know what the recovery process is like. It seems like an endless to and fro from one appointment to another to regain what was lost.

I could not read (and comprehend); I could not listen to music (unless it was classical or in another language). I could watch TV which I found odd and still do. It was about 8 months before I realized I could read more than a sentence or two and actually remember what I read.

And you know what? I was never bored. I learned that boredom is like a brain function. My brain was so broken I didn’t have the capacity of boredom. I joked (because to not joke would mean I’d have to cry at the sadness of it) that I would change my seat to change my view.

I learned to BE. I learned to sit in stillness.

I assembled a team of professionals — from PT, OT, speciality chiropractic, neurologist, myofascia, cranial...

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Signaling Molecules Quietly Heal From the Inside Out

I acquired this funny looking device (far left) when my ex husband died in early 2020. I remember asking him what it was. (Doesn’t it look like a polisher of some sort?) He said it was a massager.

I have since learned this from my chiropractor who uses a professional version of this funny thing: A massager is for the muscles. A percussive device (which this is) is for the fascia. That makes sense because John had had a knee replacement.

Once I took the time to learn about this device I found myself using it frequently. So frequently I did not put it away.

Summer of 2020 I had out patient surgery on my calf.  One would think that a small 3 inch incision would not be a big deal, right?

Wrong.

For the first few days, even climbing stairs would tear the two layered stitches because of where on the calf the incision was.

I was restricted in movement and stretching — both had been daily, non-negotiable practices.

Fall of 2021 I was so frustrated by the weakness in my...

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