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Friday, January 02, 2009
MEET THE NEW YEAR 1/2/09
same as the old year? I hope not.
This is the year that I will get unstuck.
2008 already seems far away, a distant memory. Like a receding shoreline pounded by the waves or a receding hairline.
2008 was the year that the brilliant VESID personnel demanded a return-to-work order after a routine vertigo "attack." Again, I ask, WHAT WORK? Since I don't wish to beat that particular dead horse anymore, I shall leave that one dangling.
2008 was also the year that my dad moved three times. He moved from his home with his almost ex-wife #3 to a pullman apartment to our home in the middle of nowhere and then back to his home with his almost ex-wife #3.
I learned a lot of things when my dad was living here for a couple months. Some of those
things I didn't wish to learn and some I did.
My dad succeeded where no one else had since my accident-- I learned how to maintain a
simple house-cleaning schedule. Now I wish I could have had him visit after my accident.
Earlier after my accident rather. At any rate, the house is slowly rising from the plague of
the dust bunnies.
The other things I learned are more of a private nature and thus I will not record them here.
2008 was the year that I discovered Second Life (tm to Linden Labs). Second Life is total eye candy to someone like me who loves visual effects and animations. Over there I've been learning a bit of simple scripting and some 3D building. That is the part that makes Second Life different from blogging.
My goals for 2009:
to remain abstinent as defined in the program of Narcotics Anonymous.
to complete my book and submit it.
to remain married and faithful.
to increase our financial stability as a couple and mine as me.
to continue to monitor my health proactively.
to blog on any of the blogger blogs twice a week and on the journal blogs once a week.
to address the things that I allow to keep me stuck.
I hope for everyone a well new year. And if not a well one, then at least a weller one.
sapphoq healing tbi
This is the year that I will get unstuck.
2008 already seems far away, a distant memory. Like a receding shoreline pounded by the waves or a receding hairline.
2008 was the year that the brilliant VESID personnel demanded a return-to-work order after a routine vertigo "attack." Again, I ask, WHAT WORK? Since I don't wish to beat that particular dead horse anymore, I shall leave that one dangling.
2008 was also the year that my dad moved three times. He moved from his home with his almost ex-wife #3 to a pullman apartment to our home in the middle of nowhere and then back to his home with his almost ex-wife #3.
I learned a lot of things when my dad was living here for a couple months. Some of those
things I didn't wish to learn and some I did.
My dad succeeded where no one else had since my accident-- I learned how to maintain a
simple house-cleaning schedule. Now I wish I could have had him visit after my accident.
Earlier after my accident rather. At any rate, the house is slowly rising from the plague of
the dust bunnies.
The other things I learned are more of a private nature and thus I will not record them here.
2008 was the year that I discovered Second Life (tm to Linden Labs). Second Life is total eye candy to someone like me who loves visual effects and animations. Over there I've been learning a bit of simple scripting and some 3D building. That is the part that makes Second Life different from blogging.
My goals for 2009:
to remain abstinent as defined in the program of Narcotics Anonymous.
to complete my book and submit it.
to remain married and faithful.
to increase our financial stability as a couple and mine as me.
to continue to monitor my health proactively.
to blog on any of the blogger blogs twice a week and on the journal blogs once a week.
to address the things that I allow to keep me stuck.
I hope for everyone a well new year. And if not a well one, then at least a weller one.
sapphoq healing tbi
Labels: goals, Peter Kahrmann, t.b.i., tbi, traumatic+brain+injury, vertigo, VESID, VESID sucks
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Monday, July 07, 2008
Kristen Furseth-Mullaney's triumph
http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080706/SPORTS17/807060590/1065
A big shout-out to Kristen Furseth-Mullaney who is vying for a spot at the Olympics as a racewalker for the United States. She hails from Okemos, Michigan. Furseth-Mullaney suffered a traumatic brain injury in 2006 when she was hit by a car while biking in the Caribbean. After having to relearn how to walk, she began her athletic comeback in the water and gradually was able to swim laps. She wanted to run but the docs nixed that idea. They did allow her to try race-walking and so she did. The mother of two has left frontal lobe damage but that did not stop her from setting goals and achieving them. The most recent m.r.i. shows the possibility of a brain tumor and she is also now diagnosed with adrenal insufficiency. My baseball cap off to a woman who did not let traumatic brain injury stop her from pursuing a dream.
sapphoq healing t.b.i.
A big shout-out to Kristen Furseth-Mullaney who is vying for a spot at the Olympics as a racewalker for the United States. She hails from Okemos, Michigan. Furseth-Mullaney suffered a traumatic brain injury in 2006 when she was hit by a car while biking in the Caribbean. After having to relearn how to walk, she began her athletic comeback in the water and gradually was able to swim laps. She wanted to run but the docs nixed that idea. They did allow her to try race-walking and so she did. The mother of two has left frontal lobe damage but that did not stop her from setting goals and achieving them. The most recent m.r.i. shows the possibility of a brain tumor and she is also now diagnosed with adrenal insufficiency. My baseball cap off to a woman who did not let traumatic brain injury stop her from pursuing a dream.
sapphoq healing t.b.i.
Labels: a.b.i., acquired brain injury, brain-tumored, goals, t.b.i., tbi
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Monday, February 12, 2007
INTIMIDATION AND MOTIVATION 2/12/07
Rather unfortunate this whole question of motivation and the traumatic brain injury survivor. I suspect that I am not the only t.b.i.-er in the universe with disappearing motivation. The problem lies in intimidation. The world is noisy and multi-tasking. I am neither. Now finding my new true self even more out of step with society as a whole than I used to be, introspection and deep dark thoughts are now the norm. Or to put it another way-- the laziness factor.
I have written about this problem before. Laziness is composed of many facets. We have the sit factor, the sit-and-pitch-numerous-bitches factor, the mystic-meditator factor, and the oh-hell-I-think-I'll-just-sleep factor. Reality can be intimidating to those of us who are now content with or have to make do with single-tasking. Since I am not prepared to argue that reality is entirely subjective, I must leave behind the fantasy world of the quick-fix and the get-rich-now. We are indeed human beings and not human-doers as the old saw goes. I find that being usually does not exist outside of a context. Thus the backdrop of doing cannot be eliminated.
Intimidation. Change is intimidating. A messy house-- or rather, the prospect of cleaning it up and organizing-- is intimidating. Taking risks is risky. Am I better off hanging with bunches of people who have no ambition or hanging with people who do have ambition in healthy measure? Is it better to keep the peace or to hold one's own in an argument? Is intimidation the indication of time to run off and hide or the measure of inner strength?
Questions, questions, questions. These questions do have answers. If I want something different, I must do something different. The old ways and the learned new ways do not work. Change I must. And so I look intimation squarely in the eye and I laugh!
sapphoq healing tbi
I have written about this problem before. Laziness is composed of many facets. We have the sit factor, the sit-and-pitch-numerous-bitches factor, the mystic-meditator factor, and the oh-hell-I-think-I'll-just-sleep factor. Reality can be intimidating to those of us who are now content with or have to make do with single-tasking. Since I am not prepared to argue that reality is entirely subjective, I must leave behind the fantasy world of the quick-fix and the get-rich-now. We are indeed human beings and not human-doers as the old saw goes. I find that being usually does not exist outside of a context. Thus the backdrop of doing cannot be eliminated.
Intimidation. Change is intimidating. A messy house-- or rather, the prospect of cleaning it up and organizing-- is intimidating. Taking risks is risky. Am I better off hanging with bunches of people who have no ambition or hanging with people who do have ambition in healthy measure? Is it better to keep the peace or to hold one's own in an argument? Is intimidation the indication of time to run off and hide or the measure of inner strength?
Questions, questions, questions. These questions do have answers. If I want something different, I must do something different. The old ways and the learned new ways do not work. Change I must. And so I look intimation squarely in the eye and I laugh!
sapphoq healing tbi
Labels: goals, intimidation, laughter, laziness, motivation
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