I am enjoying my 4th month
of playing CCC (Crash Concussion & Consequences). The head still spins but long walks are now doable - with a
lingering limp that looks a little like a come-on to the boys from the
Castro. Jean thinks it’s cute too.
I did climb back in the
saddle again - not on a bike ... but on a GI (government issue) recumbent
trike. The VA (Department of
Veteran Affairs) has a stable of them, adapted for riding with scrambled senses
or missing limbs. Not only is it
harder to fall off, it is not far if I do. Ah, the wind in my hair again - figuratively speaking.
Good thing I don’t need any
drugs - ‘cause they still won’t let me take any ... nor drink either. That alone might explain TBI (Traumatic
Brain Injury) to my brain - but then I’m no doctor.
I am waiting for results
from two weeks worth of brain function puzzles and tests. I took the same test 4 years ago - from
an old fat lady doc ... with a mustache. The administering doc this time was
young and cute. Comparing the
before and after tests may be skewed by the OMFFF (old male fart fantasy
factor).
The government is not only
providing me with a ride and the best in acronyms, but also medical care. I am at the PNS (Politrauma Network
Site), a national center for brain and spinal injury. They get too much practice. Most of my fellow patients are young studs who have being
blown up in OIF (Operation Iraq Freedom) and OEF (Operation Enduring
Freedom). They call it
“Sandland”.
I make progress as the time
progresses - not just me, but also my gym mates. Baby-faced Vinnie is getting his words out better and really
getting strong in his right hand (his only remaining limb). And Sgt. Curt is off his breathing tube
and just won his first game of flip-over-the-tiles XOX against his pretty wife. These guys only reinforce my HLBS
(Humbled Lucky Bastard Syndrome).
- Rehabing Rod
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