Good Wednesday evening, October 24, 2018 @ 18:49:27 MT to all of my friends and those who follow my progress of recovery.
Groovin! On A Wednesday Evening! Yes, you are right. I am not a Young Rascal. And it is not 1967. What a fun song it was back in the day! I am Groovin! I’m on an adventure. Thank you for coming along. “I can’t imagine anything that’s better.”
I am in my chamber and have discovered how to make the inside temperature really comfortable. More ice, of course! The gauge is right where it needs to be. I have a light shining in the side window so I can comfortably see what I am typing. I have my oxygen on. One thing I have noticed since returning home from Dr Hughes office in Basalt, CO is that my ears do not notice the change in atmospheres at all now. Nice! I don’t need to yawn at all. I was not here yesterday because nature surprised us with the best thunderstorm we have had in weeks. We enjoyed the ruckus outside as we watched some of our favorite tv shows. Tuesday nights we love to watch NCIS and now the new series following FBI.
Groovin! What a way to describe this new chapter in our lives. I say “our” because D is here right beside me every bump, every hurdle, every dusty road, every valley, every mountain, every stream, every not-so-scary day and every hard day, every teary day and every happy day too. This adventure began 2.75 years ago with a fall at work. I lost so much of me in a moment. My position was in retail/grocery. I was assigned to customer service and I also worked as a closing manager. I loved my job. I loved my customers. I loved my co-workers. I loved every responsibility I had. In that moment I found myself laying on my back on the floor. I realized that I had fallen and called to my supervisor who was having her lunch a few feet away. I had a hard time understanding simple questions. My head really hurt. My elbow was bleeding and my knee was swollen and bruised. I remembered snagging my foot on a snow rug and trying to regain my countenance as I fell but a stack of arm shopping baskets found my forehead in an incredibly hard way leaving quite the hematoma and terrible neck, back and shoulder pain. The sound inside of my head was similar to what I remember from the sounds of Gallagher’s Sledge O Matic pulverizing a watermelon (– check it out on You Tube) My supervisor carefully walked me to the business office where she called the company triage nurse who finally determined that I needed to seek medical care at the local hospital. That was the end of everything that was customary in my life.
Groovin! Customary, you ask? Yes. Normal living was questionable. I could not count by two’s or backwards. I couldn’t remember two words or talk clearly. I tried to speak everyday words and would call everything “that thing,” “you know…that thing.” I walked crooked. Walls seemed to get in the way on purpose. The whole world was tilted downward. I saw double. I was sound and light-sensitive. The blood from the hematoma slowly moved down into my eyes and cheeks and down my neck to my heart. It took months before all of it was drained. I walked tenderly, favoring my left knee. My knee felt like it was dripping blood inside and the pain felt like sharp shards of glass inside my knee. I could not sleep. I averaged less than 10 hours of sleep a week in the beginning. I was elated a few months ago when my sleep went from an average of 20 hours a week to 40 hours a week! Depression was pretty constant because I had no idea how to get me back. I could feel “me” about two feet from me. I was no longer inside of me. Terrible, constant headaches were so debilitating. Tinnitus was now the norm with crazy noises that would never shut off or tune down in both ears. I had no motivation. I was just alive and barely existing. Life had no more meaning except for a small bit of hope inside. I would not give myself to the dark side. No, I will not!
Groovin! I spent months in physical therapy with no real successes. I went to speech and occupational therapy and they helped provide me with many tools I continue to use today. I spoke with a psychologist for “pain management.” I was able to obtain daily glasses to help me navigate the unfamiliar world. I waited and waited in hopes of waking from the nightmare. One day following dental appointments where it was discovered that I had severe tmj from the fall and two front teeth that were dead that my insurance carrier stopped paying for any further treatments. WHAT? WHY? They had sent me to have an MRI of my brain. The radiologist found two glaring evidences that my seemingly simple “concussion” was a traumatic brain injury. He found gliosis and encephalomalacia to my brain. Both are products of a brain insult. (Look them up online)
Groovin! I couldn’t have survived the many ordeals I faced over the past 2+ years without D, my Mom, our grown children, our grandchildren and our friends. It has been a journey that I would not want anyone to experience. Once I no longer had the ability to get continuing medical assistance for my TBI, I threw myself into learning everything I could about my brain injury and what treatments were available beyond the standard medical model had failed me. I read many books. I listened to podcasts and You Tube. I called alternative medical practitioners all over the US for answers. I continued to rely on the spark of hope that remained in my heart and mind.
Groovin! I finally found exactly what made sense to me. I found it in the kind words of a Doctor here in Colorado! I found Dr. John Hughes. I found a doctor who wanted to see the same changes in my biochemistry, in my brain and CNS, in my spirit-man, in my life as I do. Dr Hughes spoke with me three times and offered me HOPE. He breathed HOPE back into these scarred and brutalized bones. He spoke kindly to me and never belittled me or was impatient with my difficulty in finding words. He sent me a number of recommendations. I followed them and I constantly read them over again. I was determined to one day incorporate his treatment recommendations into my life.
Groovin! I had two diagnostics completed to help Dr Hughes form a good treatment plan. I went to Cerescan in Littleton, CO for a QEEG and a SPECT Scan. I purchased this amazingly pleasant chamber. I then visited Dr Hughes in Basalt, CO for a personalized three-day treatment protocol. I returned from his office last Thursday. I am continuing to get into my chamber and spend 1+ hours in it. I have done the after-care recommendations he has made. I have written to him and he has responded. I have spoken to Dr Rachelle and I must say that I feel so surrounded by a team who wants to help me. That’s HOPE! That’s real HOPE!
Groovin! On A Wednesday Evening. I am trusting that everything that was done and everything that will be done in the future will help me re-establish a healthy relationship with myself and the world around me. I believe in God’s sovereign grace that led me to Dr. John Hughes and Kirk and Dr. Dave and Dr. Rachelle. I am alive and I trust that “Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly…..Groovin!”
Hugs,
Suz
