Denise's Page 5 Years Later
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Denise's Page 5 Years Later
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March 18, 1997
5:30 am
What a day that was, and I don't remember a thing about it. I was told 1,2,3,4 times that I was involved in a car accident, but I didn't believe it. Then I saw my half shaved head with stitches and staples all over the right side, even my ear had stitches. I think we counted them, 50 some, all totaled.
My memories after the accident are few, from the time I was admitted into the rehab. facility and the time I was discharged. I remember I cried a lot, like a child. I felt very confused, I was tired and didn't want to participate in my therapies. I couldn't swallow good, all my liquids had to be thickened. I had to have help bathing, and with walking. My balance was so bad that just standing in one place was hard. I just wanted to stay in bed and cry. I had become a 35 year old kid. I remember saying, "I want to go home, take me home". Well, someone listened and I got to go home, but it was too soon really. I know this now, 5 years later.
The home I went to was not a good thing. The therapies continued (speech, PT, and OT) for a few months after I was released, I even enjoyed them. Then it was all done, it was just confused me and the alcoholic at a home that wasn't really a home at all. No food, no money, no love. Just a place to live and cry.
Oh, and the Doctor I had. What a joke. He never read my chart, and refused to send me to a Neurologist. I saw him twice. While under this Doctor's care I began having what I called "spells". My "spells" were really seizures. I know this now, 5 years later.
I August, 1997, I decided to leave the alcoholic and move in with my parents (one of the better decisions I ever made). They got me to the right kinds of Doctors and types of therapies. It was a challenge for them. There I was almost 36, but acted 16. I still cried frequently, became upset, was defensive, and thought I was going crazy. It was all apart of TBI. I know this now, 5 years later.
5 years later, is what this is about. The surviving, the fighting, the crying, the growing up, and the learning of TBI.
March 18, 2002
5 years later, I'm doing great. Have grown up a lot, cry less, and still surviving. No more "spells", (seizures). I have a lot to be thankful for and a lot of people to thank for helping me to be as good as I am. I have learned so much about TBI, and what people like me go through.
On to the next step, entering the vocational rehabilitation world.
5 years later, who would have thunk it?
Denise Fury
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