On 27 December, 2007, a traumatic brain injury tried to kill me, and it failed, miserably.
I remember the manager coming into work drunk and high.
I remember her threatening my elderly residents.
I remember shouting to Chef to call the police and EMT’s while I subdue her in his office.
I remember her becoming even more agitated.
I remember a thunk on my head…and then me hitting her across the jaw; she spun around and collapsed to the ground.
I remember going back to work the next morning, with a horrendous headache, pulling a double shift so my boss could celebrate Christmas with her family, going home and sleeping for five-hours, and then going back to work for my typical eight-hour shift.
What I don’t seem to remember is collapsing at the …show more content…
I did this for eighteen years in California, Texas, Kansas, and Alabama. I remember every detail of my father breaking his neck at C-6/C-7 on 2 August 1997 at 3:02pm; one day after he retired from the military. I remember diving into the pool rescuing him from the 12-foot deep end and cautiously supporting his head and neck as I swam him up to my mother to float there until help arrived. I remember running into the house, dialing 911 and directing the EMT’s, police, and even a neighbor to help him. I remember the surgery 4-days later, his transfer to physical therapy 56-days later, and his homecoming on Christmas …show more content…
It would be quieter there, Mom might spoil me a bit, and Dad could help me with my physics. This Communications degree I was working on was taking a toll on me, and I needed a bit of spoiling. I drove the three hours home, dumping my laundry off in the laundry room and settling down in my bedroom. I put my head phones on and dove into studying. I looked up again at 10:30 pm and staggered into the living room to hug and kiss everyone good night. Mom didn’t look well, but told me she just needed rest. I took my meds, dove into bed, fell asleep. I woke up to screaming. It was 12:23AM. It was my Father; screaming. Mom was on the floor, not breathing. After 30-minuets of resuscitating her and transferring her to the local hospital, she died at 1:48AM. The “Widowmaker” style heart attack. My world changed. I still can’t remember why I blacked out in 2007.
In 2012, five years after my head injury in 2007, I started having blinding head aches, my vision changed, confusion, and concentration difficulty. I didn’t have healthcare as I was living in Montana with my husband while he was studying at the university. I found a local community clinic and was given the diagnosis of a traumatic brain injury, or TBI. These symptoms don’t always manifest immediately, as mine did not. I wasn’t losing my mind, rather when the manager hit me, she bruised my brain. I can still remember things, and it
I remember the manager coming into work drunk and high.
I remember her threatening my elderly residents.
I remember shouting to Chef to call the police and EMT’s while I subdue her in his office.
I remember her becoming even more agitated.
I remember a thunk on my head…and then me hitting her across the jaw; she spun around and collapsed to the ground.
I remember going back to work the next morning, with a horrendous headache, pulling a double shift so my boss could celebrate Christmas with her family, going home and sleeping for five-hours, and then going back to work for my typical eight-hour shift.
What I don’t seem to remember is collapsing at the …show more content…
I did this for eighteen years in California, Texas, Kansas, and Alabama. I remember every detail of my father breaking his neck at C-6/C-7 on 2 August 1997 at 3:02pm; one day after he retired from the military. I remember diving into the pool rescuing him from the 12-foot deep end and cautiously supporting his head and neck as I swam him up to my mother to float there until help arrived. I remember running into the house, dialing 911 and directing the EMT’s, police, and even a neighbor to help him. I remember the surgery 4-days later, his transfer to physical therapy 56-days later, and his homecoming on Christmas …show more content…
It would be quieter there, Mom might spoil me a bit, and Dad could help me with my physics. This Communications degree I was working on was taking a toll on me, and I needed a bit of spoiling. I drove the three hours home, dumping my laundry off in the laundry room and settling down in my bedroom. I put my head phones on and dove into studying. I looked up again at 10:30 pm and staggered into the living room to hug and kiss everyone good night. Mom didn’t look well, but told me she just needed rest. I took my meds, dove into bed, fell asleep. I woke up to screaming. It was 12:23AM. It was my Father; screaming. Mom was on the floor, not breathing. After 30-minuets of resuscitating her and transferring her to the local hospital, she died at 1:48AM. The “Widowmaker” style heart attack. My world changed. I still can’t remember why I blacked out in 2007.
In 2012, five years after my head injury in 2007, I started having blinding head aches, my vision changed, confusion, and concentration difficulty. I didn’t have healthcare as I was living in Montana with my husband while he was studying at the university. I found a local community clinic and was given the diagnosis of a traumatic brain injury, or TBI. These symptoms don’t always manifest immediately, as mine did not. I wasn’t losing my mind, rather when the manager hit me, she bruised my brain. I can still remember things, and it