Mind Your Head Co-op

Your life, your brain, you're healing!

Deacon Patrick

Though there are a rare few doctors whom I respect, I now know why the medical profession not longer deserves respect or high esteem. In 1964, the modern version of the Hippocratic Oath was written. It eliminates many of the safeguards for the patient and adds in responsibilities that are God’s alone. Let’s take a look at the differences and explore some of the subsequent and yet to come ramifications.

Can TBI be better understand as a plethora of holes? Hales dramatically effect life with TBI. It is stunning how many types of holes there are and how various and deep their effect can be.

Barbara, my wife, tells it this way: “One year ago today (11–25–2012, this was first published, 2013) we got back from Mass on Christ the King and you asked me to watch you. You leaned your sticks against the garage and took off. My instincts from years of having to catch you when you fall had me diving. But you kept going. Down the road. Past the bridge. Out of sight. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched you go.”

TBI anger is unlike any other kind of anger. It taps into our primal instinct to protect ourselves, like any wounded, cornered animal, with a burst of adrenaline. This is the source of the raw, primal strength, energy, focus, and coordination. Once it hits, it can not be stopped, only redirected in a safe direction.

People with brain injury who are highly sensitive to sensory stimulation (light, sound, touch, scent, etc.) face a horrible dilemma: be seen/tested by a doctor in an office/hospital that may very well harm them, or ask for accommodation to be seen, be scoffed at, refused, and turned away from medical care.

Learning. Och! How personal that process is. How wondrous we all are, each absorbing and processing information so differently. Yet another example of every brain is different, and thus every brain injury is different also. Here’s what I’ve learned about what I need to absorb, think, write, and draw.

If you have an acute medical issue, bones sticking out for example, our medical system is brilliant and providing the care you need. However, if you have a chronic, long term medical issue, such as brain injury, our medical system is no only inept but often harmful and incapable of recognizing either, blaming you instead. Let me explain…

Ketogenic simply means getting your primary energy by burning fat, as opposed to most people in the US today who get most of their energy by burning glucose. Science is showing us that when fat is our primary fuel we function much smoother and healthier — including multiple studies showing brain benefits of burning fat os our primary fuel. In essence we access God’s engineering by shifting to burning fat rather than glucose.

If you want to protect long term player safety and brain health in the NFL the price both players pay for any hit in immediate pain must increase. How? Remove the helmet and pads. No one will lead with their head when tackling anymore because everyone will feel the pain immediately. They will realize that smashing into each other at nearly 20 miles an hour is insane, and they will seek ways to do it that avoid that pain by learning to impact at angles rather than head on.

It sounds insane, I know, but only as long as it takes to think it through.

“Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who tells you different is selling something.” – Wesley (aka the Great Pirate Roberts) in the film “The Princess Bride”

Life with brain injury is often compared to a “long hard road.” It is. It’s got extreme ups and downs plus all kinds of rocks and other challenges. The question is, what do we do about it?

Ah! What wonder, the pencil! Muttled tangle of jumbled through flows through tis elegant wand and out flows delicate, intricacy and lo! the tangle is tamed! There! Here! Behold!

Put pencil to paper daily and untangle the thoughts in your mind. May God startle you with joy!

I have read that TBI causes us to become a new person. That is quite a stark statement. It startled me into realizing that I should not expect to be able to do what I used to. I have let go of my expectation, though not my desire, to be present in the same way I used to, to do the same things I used to, live life the same way I used to.

However, I am not a new person. I am the same person I was before I became disabled. My wife and close friends still relate with me similarly. We have not had to begin these relationship anew, as we would if I was a new person. My capacity has changed, but who I am has not.