Living With A Brain Injury

I was transferred to a rehabilitation center and I couldn’t believe this was where I waas now. I was told to rest like that would be easy. All I could think about was doing what I need so I can be discharged. All of that consisted of eating and doing the therapy they provided. A few days of rehab would do my body some good probably. However, what I thought was a few days turned into a few weeks and before I knew I was being evaluated…….in the rehabilitation center…..one…month….later. Luckily I received some good news that I was progressing but of course some bad news came with that. Although I was progressing I was not ready to be discharged. Also, to make it worse…I wouldn’t be evaluated for another month. 

So, I had to sit in the rehabilitation center for another month. I thought to myself “That’s a lot of therapy and tv time”. I think it was the first time I saw a sour cream commercial & that wasn’t the crazy part. I saw someone dip a strawberry in sour cream, so if you like to do that please STOP…just stop it! Sorry just wanted to say that. As I sat in there a while longer here comes good old depression again but he only stayed for a bit this time. I had some friends stop by for a visit or two but it was the love of my life and family that never stopped coming to check on me day after day. They were making sure food was right, that I was comfortable and the staff was doing their jobs. 

It kept me sane and the big reason why I fought so hard to get discharged. So for the next month I did therapy and watched tv. I never watched so much tv in my life! Mannn…if it wasn’t sports it was food network and I was just laying there like ”so this what 30 feels like” sports, food, sleep, and exercise just not in this severity. So another month went pass and Doctors re-evaluated me, & I made progress buuuut, you guessed it; I wasn’t ready to be discharged and yup I had another month of sitting (or laying) in that rehabilitation center. At this point I noticed how the seasons changed. I remember how it was freezing and snow on the ground but now it wouldn’t stop raining and the leaves were falling everywhere. 

However, I noticed slight improvement but it was slight; being able to get up on my own more and move more but I still had a long way to go. I did not like the idea being away from home for so long but I did what I had to do. It wasn’t long after when I discovered that I wasn’t being evaluated to be discharged and go home but to go back to the hospital for their intensive rehab. 

I was literally in shock. Knowing I haven’t been home since January and it’s early April and this news only made me more upset. I couldn’t do much of anything but try and cope with the news as best I could. So here comes yet another evaluation but now I was finally ready to transfer back to the hospital for intensive rehab…yay me!! (I’m sure you heard the sarcasm in my voice). Now I have to get myself ready again for more rehab back at the place where it all began. Although my body was ready my mind was not. I just couldn’t fathom the feeling of going from one place to another and I still haven’t been home yet, but I knew I could not give up now.