I wake, wishing I hadn’t. The sludge is still there. “Do you feel wasted all of the time?” the head trauma doctor had asked me. “Yes,” I …
traumatic brain injury
The Inspiration of Drool: Week 1 of Traumatic Brain Injury
Face smashed against the pillow like a beached whale on sand. At the very tip corner where my lips connect, a bulb of warm wetness forms. Slowly but …
SLAM! – The Story of Hitting My Head
We were running late. Really late. So late we would have to transcend space and time to get to the school pick up on time. I knew I could do it. My …