This will be my final post about my actual “treatment” at a facility.
As soon as I was released from Cone Hospital, I was immediately required to go to Cone Health Outpatient Rehabilation Center where I went through speech therapy, physical therapy, & occupational therapy.
Well- I don’t know if y’all can tell how feisty I am but I had about 2 sessions with the speech therapist & the ONLY thing I had in common with this lady was Dave Matthews Band but nothing else. I told my Momma, “why do I have to see a speesh therapist? She’s not gonna fix the fact that I say f*^k, (I said it tons when I first woke from the coma, they said it was a side effect… I’m not sure, anyways), so, can you please have me stop seeing her?” I don’t know what happened, but, I never had to see her again… 🙂
Occupational & Physical Therapy were HARD!!! Keep in mind, I’m 5’7ish & I had just gotten out of the hospital so I was barely clearing 90 pounds & those therapists didn’t give a crap that I was scronny… they kept pushing, hard. I look back now & I am grateful because I’ve got use of just about every body part minus some functionality in my left hand, & I’ve got a lot of mobility in my left hand, but, boy it hurts if I use it for any length of time. I’m also left handed, Mike said I was not a good writer prior to the accident, but, what does he know- he didn’t like me before my accident… he thought I was a pain in his rear-end…
Life still has it’s struggles, I’m not going to lie, a brain injury thrown in the middle of things is not easiest, friends & family overexpect and get upset because “she’s just using the same excuse.” Well folks- sorry to say this but it’s not an excuse, it’s my life, nothing is going to get any better. I will have a brain injury the rest of my life & struggle with keeping jobs and different people’s personalities.
It hasn’t been an easy path my friends, but, I’ve learned a lot, about life, about people- I was a very intuitive person anyways, but, I got a deeper knowledge of how to read people, sometimes, it’s a good thing & sometimes it can be heartbreaking…. this my friends is a part of life.
I’m happy that this chapter of my life is over & I learned a lot, but, I prefer to not go back to those points if I don’t have to it was a rough time in my life & my family’s lives… we all had to make adjustments during my recovery.
I’m glad to say that I’ve written about this & shared my story with you all but I’m very grateful we can move on… 😉
Until next time! XO.