"This sounds ridiculous but I wish people could see the injury more," I told my neurologist.
"It doesn't sound ridiculous," she said. "You're not the only person that has told me that."
During my visit, I told my doctor about my condition. I told her about my impulsion. I told her about the time I picked up the skateboard to entertain my friend's toddler. I told her, after my buddy told me to put a helmet on, how I would run into the car headfirst trying to get a laugh out of the little guy. I told my neurologist that I didn't know what I was doing, that it took a change of scenery until I realized how crazy I was acting.
I then went into the time I made Aimee wait outside for two hours while at benefit attended by local journalists. I told my doctor that I had no idea of the outside world while I was inside the bar.
I asked her whether I was using the injury as an excuse, or, if my behavior was a result of my injury.
She said the latter, telling me that the behavior occurs often in frontal lobe injuries. She said I can get caught up in the stimulus and am unable to tear myself away.
I asked her when recovery will end and normalcy begins.
"You're only one year out," she said. "You are at that middle stage of recovery. You still have some time to go."
I left feeling better about my condition. I felt good I wasn't making it up.
It's nice to know more recovery will continue, not nice that it has to be so slow.
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