Life back home

When I got home my mom came to get me. We got to my house and I couldn’t remember the garage code to open it and get inside. The next two months were a blur. I was in so much pain and slept around the clock. I couldn’t finish teaching and if anyone asked me where things where in my classroom I had no idea. My memory was horrible. I was in a daze. Trying to think was like walking through a bowel of jello. I saw my doctor and he did some basic test like walking a straight line or touching my finger to his finger and then my nose. I failed miserably and it took a while for me to process what he wanted me to do.

I put up post it notes in my bathroom of things I needed to remember. I had to make a habit of reading them every time I went in there. I would get up from the couch at times to get an ice pack and by the time I took the 10-15 steps to the freezer I had no idea what I as supposed to get. I couldn’t drive.

About a month later the pain was so bad and the pain killers weren’t touching it. My mom picked me up and took me to the hospital. As we were checking in the person asked me basic questions. When she asked me what my birthday was I could remember the month but then I looked helplessly at my mom. She saw the blank look on my face and jumped in to help. She told me to sit down and see checked me in. It took a few different doses of pain medicine before it even touched my pain. They rolled me down to do an MRI and I ended up falling asleep. When I woke up my head was strapped down and I had no idea where I was. I panicked and the nurse and to calm me down and tell me I was in the MRI machine and needed to be still. The neurologist talked to use on an iPad that they wheeled into the room. He told me I had post concussion syndrome and it could take days, weeks, or months before it was better. He said one day I would wake up and be fine. Over seven years later I am still waiting for that day.