When you experience a traumatic brain injury, the injury is rather obvious – slurred speech, slowness of thought and reason, obvious physical symptoms.
It’s the mild ones that makes life awkward and unpredictable. But look for the signs. There is always a sign that will warn you and your loved ones that you’re about to enter brain overload. If misunderstood, this manifests much like breakdowns to outsiders, but it’s akin to an electric board that completes circuit at the wrong place, thus short circuits and makes a spark
If you manage to learn the signs and thus manage the manifestations, those sparks can be small and enjoyed like static electricity. If you miss the signs they can be more like lightning strikes.
For some, that sign will be an eyelid that droops, a foot that starts dragging slightly, thoughts and speech suddenly being different from the person’s usual self. That person must rest, and it really helps them if you can make them feel safe.
As I approach my 1 year mark to my own brain injury, which was aggravated by a second one 8 months later, I can say without a doubt that what is one big adventure of the mind for me, has been nothing but uncertainty and a test of patience for my husband. We mostly focus on the injured, but we really must acknowledge what these injuries do and mean for the loved ones.
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This guy says it quite well!
via Kaizen
Tell us your stories of your bad manager. There are so many essays and blogs out there giving Lists of the types of bad managers. Today I want to know your personal experiences — PLEASE NO Names and Definitely no details that could incriminate you.
1. The person SO Greedy to over promise on technologies not yet able to support the lofty dreams.
2. The type who takes advantage — Happy to Grossly underpay, pay some higher, flatter the underpaid
3. simply incompetent. The never there to have your back type. The type happy to have you do their job, and then keep you from advancing lest it become known that they do Nothing
Outcome in each case if you follow the advice recommended all over the web : find employment elsewhere. But now I’m getting annoyed, because each time you need to start over. Prove yourself all over. So again, you suffer because of their incompetence even after you leave them.
What, oh what do I have to share today?
This question has been burning a hole in my starved soul
Now I seem to make rhymes
And without editing, I am having good times
My nursery school petty poem
may be what I need to drag from within me,
that same thing that happens when chanting Ohm
I have no more to say
See you all another day
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: digestion, fasting, indian food, psyllium husks
Apparently there is a thing such as a 48 hour fast, during which you eat on alternate days. So yesterday I ate …
and then today again I went for a fast. It was really difficult today.
By lunch I was ravished, and couldn’t concentrate worth a dime, so I ate a can of beef and vegetable soup. surprisingly, that 200 calorie can of soup had me feeling full until 4:30pm at which time my stomach threatened to ruin my social credibility.
So I had a cup of soup this time which was basically just broth, but then meeting with our friends over dinner I ate enough to make everybody at the table fidget in disbelief. Luckily they are all to polite to make a fuss, and the waiter couldn’t be happier
I wonder if the enormous attacks of Eat NOW had anything to do with the predominantly starchy stuff I ate yesterday. The clear lack of concentration definitively was a direct result of that.
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Last night I decided to do a few days of fasting. My digestive system needs a rest and I need to get away from the constant need to stuff edibles down my face.
So to maximize my chances of success on Day #1 of fasting, I started off the day with a filling 12oz glass of 1/2 mango juice, 1/2 water and 1 heaping spoonful of psyllium husks. It was a good plan, since the entire day was manageable.
Then, the thing that very rarely ever happens happened. My dH calls me at work and asks if I can pick up dinner on the way home … I should have told him about my plans for fasting, because right there, for the first time today the thought of eating became a problem.
Firstly only the thought of driving home with the good aromas filling the car were enough to make me sign out 10 minutes early, secondly, the idea opened my eyes to a brand new Indian Restaurant a few blocks from work which I’ve never noticed before. So the car practically stopped and parked itself by the restaurant in a tow-away zone, and auto-ejected me so fast that before I knew it the order was placed. Yummmmm
Mathematically I succeeded in 66% of today’s fasting. That is pretty good.
Tomorrow I shall try again.
Thank you to BRC for supplying a place where other people can go and learn to be one with themselves, that being who we are is good enough, and indeed by design. an interesting sequence happened to me in the HeebeeGeebee camp. I was resting while awaiting my massage, when I got to talking with a lovely lady. while talking to me, she touched my arm in a very natural way of connection ( where I come from anyway ) , yet she was almost frightened by her own openness, and immediately apologized for it. So I told her that in my opinion this culture’s lack of naturally touching one another leads people to need therapy. after some thought she agreed and then the magic happened.
a HBGB healer came and announced that shortly he will start a workshop on Exotic Touch … a workshop in which people will transform their ideas and notions about touching another human being. within the first minutes this caught my eye. everybody was instructed to touch the person to their left. the crowd formed 3 circles. two complete circles within each other and a fragmented outer circle. the people in the outer circle who had nobody to their left … simply touched nobody — it would seem most natural to me, that if nobody is there to your left, then reach forward and touch the person in front of you. this in a workshop about touch, they bounded themselves by the vagueness of the instructions. in an entire event about opening up and expanding boundaries, not one of them breached that simple boundary set by a general instruction.
what are they so afraid of ?
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A week has passed, and I’m not missing TV all that much. My lovely even went down to the basement today to watch his all time favourite Scrubs while eating dinner, but as soon as he finished eating, he was upstairs again.
My thoughts are not nearly as disorganized and wild anymore as they were last week. Phew, particularly after that Fasting For Inspiration session I held. I am less focused though, and this week I seem more sensitive to noise in general. See, I can hardly come up with 100 words, where last week I wrote entire pages full without any effort at all.
