Not quite a month after my last post my father Earl passed away. I made another trip back to Illinois. For the second time in three months I was saying goodbye to another member of my inner circle. Three are gone, three are left. Too say it has been difficult has been an understatement. My brain, the way it works, the chemicals that make it fire and the neuropathways have changed. There was a short period of time around Christmas where I was certain that I was close to being hospitalized. I couldn't think, concentrate, initiate, sleep, wake up, or stick to one task for more than about 2 seconds. My life was consumed by just trying to keep from losing my job. Then I finally got in to a good doctor who explained to me that stress and trauma literally cause damage to the brain. Then he gave me the right medication and directed me to neuro rehab. Then I needed a project. I bought a van and named her Petal. |
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