The beginning.

One sunny day in February of 1985....well, maybe I don't need to start that far back! so let skip my birth and all my great accomplishments like walking and talking and reading and writting.
So now we are in 2007 when I deployed to Iraq.
While deployed, I sustained a head injury. Not a major one, but enough to get me into a sepcialist. Upon returning to the states, I was put under the care of the TBI (Tramatic Brain Injury) clinic. They were not too concerned. After all, with everything that they see from Iraq, a walking, talking person who has headaches and a little dizziness is next to nothing! They prescribed some medication and we all went on about our lives. Six medications to be exact and if you know me, you know that I HATE to take medicine. Before the holiday, I had thought that we had the pain and the side effects all managed. We had switched medication several times and gone up and down with doses. Finally, we had found what we thought was the right combination.

Then of course the other shoe must fall! The day of Christmas I had a car accident that gave me a concussion. The head injury that I already had plus this new concussion seem to have bonded in a way that I am not strong enough to handle. I have been to a doctor, two emergency rooms, and a neuropsychologist (whatever that is). At the moment, none of them know what is wrong. There is nothing scarier than looking into a doctor's eyes and having them say the words, "I don't know what is wrong." Now I can handle a lot of things. If they didn't know about knee pain, arm pain, or foot pain, you can live with that. I am not saying it is easy, but when the specialist looks you in the eyes and says I don't know what is wrong with your brain it is more than a little unnerving. I am currently waiting on a referal from my TBI clinic to see a neurosurgeon. Why I need a surgeon when they can't find anything wrong is beyond me!

Jumping forward to present day...now looking back this story has many aspects that are still unclear to me. I have yet to be able to process the whole of all the events that have taken place or how it got this far. I think I might be getting a little ahead of myself though. Let me catch you up in the next post... I have the dreaded theropy appointment to endure.