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I got whacked on the top of my head by a 10 foot long pole that jumped out of someone else's make-shift brackets 7 feet up. Gee it has been an interesting 10 months. 3 different vestibular physical therapists because I moved from a great one to be closer to my neurologist and other better medical services. 1 therapist was down right mean to me----so I dumped that office and person, reported her to Patient Relations and my neurologist. Have been going to a 3rd one but now she doesn't think she can fix my tipping walk, and dizziness when I look up. Saying this may be as good as I'm ever gonna be. Okay. That's hard for me because I used to walk a mile a day and now I can't. Can't follow the story line in a book or a movie with too many characters. I also mess up with words. I usually catch myself after I have said "bread" when I meant "bed". But that stuff is hard for our daughters and grand kids to witness. Once in a while to screw up is no big deal, but every day?
My sweet husband died of a rare cancer six days after diagnosis, almost 15 years ago. I can't comprehend 15 years. Even before the concussion I couldn't grasp 15 years. I found a great counsellor/therapist. He is young enough to be my son, but I can talk to him. He gives me tools to manage anxiety and depression and grief and trauma. In a week with too many of those he will see me twice in a week, we've done that a few times. I told him those extra sessions are helping him pay off his student loans. Every week he has me write a story about my husband --it has been a real help to me to remember the good times, the not so great times and the goofy ways my husband made me laugh during hard times.
I also am a writer, but now I don't have the patience for proofreading and I'd like to scream over the spell check--I know what word I want to use! I have witty remarks to share too, some of my friends say I should go to an Open Mic Night and do stand up comedy just telling life stories. But can I remember the punch line? I suppose I have to admit, being 75 and creeping up on 76 doesn't help my brain injury any either. My neurologist asked me how old I was. I said, "My license says I'm 75, but I'm in denial." When the heck did 75 creep up on me? Probably in the last 15 years when I've been in shock and a fog without my husband.