Your brain is encased in bone for a reason. And when it collides with that bone – things happen…. Bad things.
Most know the bad parts of concussions – and I’m learning that those symptoms and issues vary for everyone, cause of accident and severity. And then positive outcomes seem to vary based on compliance for recovery. You don’t do the right things – you just keep setting yourself back.
I’m not always compliant. To this – I am being obnoxiously compliant.
Lots of water, limited screen time, blue-blocker glasses, keeping stress low, lots of sleep, frequent naps just to close my eyes and maybe a few more naps. I’m keeping my nutrition on point.
While there were some really bad times and symptoms that would stop me in my tracks… There’s also some good that has come about for me in this situation and that is still kind of a shocker…
Good from a concussion? Yes…
I’m funnier. Maybe not a ton funnier – but I swear, I’m funnier. Or maybe it’s just that I’m laughing at myself more. Either way – there’s more laughter in my life. And that’s awesome.
I’m more patient. People are having to express patience with me and my slow thinking and my one arm… While I’m struggling for words, or how to express an emotion or prioritize the need for help or say things I just KNOW coming out of my mouth make no sense… I seem to understand that MAYBE others around me are dealing with something I can’t see or some reason they aren’t in a hurry. And I’m totally OK with that shift to patience. I hate that I can be an impatient asshole sometimes and I’m thinking this perspective shift that humans need a little more patience in their lives is necessary and good – and I’m embracing it.
Binge eating disorder (BED). I hit the ground and gave the almighty amygdala (brain) something ELSE to worry about. And the compulsions surrounding BED seems to be on hiatus. I KNOW I’m not ‘cured’… But this break from those compulsions is a welcomed respite and proof that I can work to gain some relief when it does return. I’d fallen in a 17 month-long pit thinking that those compulsions lurking around every corner were just the new reality for me. This concussion proves that’s not the case. And this gives me hope. Lots of hope.
Help. Asking for help. Struggling through an issue on my own. I’m independent. I really prefer to GIVE help. But I’ve had to ask for help. From little things to big things to embarrassing thing. It’s been a good lesson in letting people help me… Washing hair, running errands, asking questions I know I should know the answers to… And I reached out to others with concussions asking them for their advice and help and to tell me their stories and warnings and best advice. And begging them to tell me that this would get better. Listening intently. And then writing stuff down because I am super forgetful right now. (Thank you Sophia for that tip!) All of this is a great reminder of how I can ask for and give help in the future and stay connected to others who’ve been in my shoes. Humbling, heartfelt reminders are always a good thing…
I’m healing. I’m 28 days post-wreck. Bones mending. I’m barely going to have a scar because my surgeon was amazing. And the concussion symptoms are getting fewer, less, smaller…. And I am heeding all the warnings to enjoy the healing and keep following the precautions.
I lost about 10-14 days of memories post-wreck. I have snippets of memories and snapshots during that time, but it’s sketchy and filled with holes. I spent a lot of time confused and scared and wondering if this was the new normal. I had frequent headaches, blurry vision and would get super fatigued simply from keeping my eyes open. And I’m happy to be on the other side of the worst of it.
It hasn’t all been bad. And that’s pretty damn good.