Vulnerability and Fear in The Hospital: My Next Memories
My next memory takes place in a white walled room with no windows. A calendar hung on the wall that...
My First Memories Post Injury: Memory Bank Deposit
“Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today’s events.”– Albert Einstein Memory is indeed deceptive. A memory is influenced,...
Breathing Problems After TBI: Take My Breath Away
It was Saturday, June 4th, 2011 and I was in the stepdown unit at Elmhurst hospital in Queens, New York,...
Brain Injury Confusion and Disorientation: “Happy Thanksgiving”… in May?!
A video was taken on May 30th, 2011. I was originally extubated (taken off of a respirator) on May 20th...
Coming to Consciousness After a 12 Day Coma: Lights, Coma, Action!
Friday, May 20th, 2011: Since she had been told to do so, my mom was there each day to sing...
My Diffuse Axonal Injury Diagnosis (DAI): Just Nod If You Can Hear Me
The next email was written on the morning of Friday the 13th, 2011. Sent: Fri, May 13, 2011 7:09 amSubject:...
The Initial CT Scans of My Brain After Injury: Shake, Rattle, and Roll!
MAY 10. 2011: SHAKE, RATTLE, AND ROLL! The morning started with My mom’s phone alarm shaking her from her terrifying...
TBI Anniversary Reflections: Nine Years Later
Last night, the sun set, closing out the 9th year that I had been alive since briefly departing. 9 years...
Episode 40 – Healthcare’s Conscious Evolution – The LOVE of The Practice
Dr. Venu Julapalli is one of our favorite MDs! Like many of the MDs we correspond with, he is humble,...
An Introduction to Nutrition and The Brain
What is The Brain? Shakespeare once wrote “the brain is the soul’s fragile dwelling place,” and fragile it is. The...
Evolved Prejudice
Something is off about me.
For the first few years of my recovery, I was clearly damaged. Upon encountering me, strangers would correctly assume that I had sustained an injury and would approach me with sympathy, compassion, and unfortunately pitty. But the bottom line is that I would be approached with kindness. People tended to jump at the chance to be helpful to an obviously disabled young man.
As I recovered more and more, I crossed a threshold where I no longer appeared to be clearly damaged. I had reached my goal! I am no longer pitied or perceived as someone who needs the assistance of others.
Am I treated like everyone else?… Almost and not at all.
A Canadian Adventure (in TBI): Michelle and I Are Going to Meet in Person!
I am still on the road! I haven’t been updating the blog, but if you’ve been keeping up with the...
