I do recall the move from the ICU to the rehabilitation hall only because of the scenery change, the hallways looked different and my room was equipped different. It was this move that I got some of my memory back.
I finally started to remember people, faces, where I was, my words, I was beginning to talk again & for a little while it was like I was a teenager on the rehab floor at Moses Cone Memorial Hospital, my Momma said she would get so embarrassed because I every other word was a cuss word, that is a trait with traumatic brain injury (TBI) patients.
See, the way my head hit the driver side window it caused a piece of glass to go into my head and piercing my brain, causing me to be diagnosed with a TBI, I will never lose this diagnosis for the rest of my life. I will tell you, that the doctors told my mother to be prepared for me to never be able to take care of myself ever again. Doctors said I wouldn’t be able to drive, work, or very possibly be able to even bathe myself… Those doctors had no clue who they were talking about did they???
For example, I remember my baby brother, I call him my baby brother, he’s 2 years younger than me, however, he’s about 6’3ish so he’s not so little but he will always be my baby brother, my Bubby is what I call him, anyways, I don’t remember if I ever said this to him or if I just thought this, but, I am thinking I said because in my head he responds, I asked him “where have you been?” and he said “Amber, I do stop in and check on you, you just can’t remember & we have the same conversation…” You see, I had absolutely no short term memory for a long time in the hospital, although when I moved from ICU to the rehab unit I am pretty sure I remember that because I thought where am I but I couldn’t talk that well… Like half of my crap went missing from one room I remember it being there and then like I go to sleep and overnight they move me to the rehab floor from the ICU and none of my stuff is there and yes Momma, Sissy, and Bubby I was perturbed because I still think the 3rd shift nurses stole my stuff, and aren’t you proud of me? I didn’t curse? Gah…
By the way, Momma, I am still not sure how my stuff got missing, but, I’m being more mature and not cussing about it… See Sissy, I’m doing good, right?
Until next post… 🙂
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