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Ten Years. How It All Began.

Ten Years. How It All Began.

I find it difficult to believe that it’s exactly ten years (18:30 15 Jan 2000 to 18:30 15 Jan 2010) since I was injured in a multiple car crash on Highway 7 in Woodbridge, an injury I thought at the time was like the one I sustained in another car crash back on 10 June […]

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Back to SMR Training at CZ to Continue Brain Injury Treatment

I am having a full cap reassessment later this summer. But in the meantime, I had a mini one at CZ and PZ a couple of weeks ago (that’s top centre of head and middle at back-top of head where I’ve been getting gamma enhancement biofeedback). This week, I began a new protocol based on […]

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Vampire Clinic Time

I’m not in the mood for writing. I finally trundled over to the vampire clinic, starving from over 14 hours of fasting (I kind of miscalculated the time To stop eating). This was a triumph. It took only six *cough* months and a few reminders from my neurodoc to get meself to the blood lab […]

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Injured Brain Broadens Its Visual Field: Gamma Training #FTW

Injured Brain Broadens Its Visual Field: Gamma Training #FTW

  Nothing much new has happened during gamma brain biofeedback for awhile. Hence no posts on it. Until today. Once you’ve been training an area for quite a few sessions, you’re not likely to see dramatic changes anymore in either brainwaves or outwardly in you. You will see previous changes stabilizing. But this week, during […]

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Reading and Brain Injury: Stepping Forward Again

Well, it looks like I’m getting back on track with my reading. I am now half reading on my own, half with my neurodoc. When I say with my neurodoc I mean he asks me to read two paragraphs to him so that I don’t have to initiate the reading or have the entire drive […]

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The Centreboard Life of Brain Injury

The Centreboard Life of Brain Injury

  When we first came to Canada, my father’s colleague introduced us to the frightening delight of sailing in a tippy boat on a lake with capricious winds in Ontario. Pretty soon, my Dad had his own centreboard sailboat, one that was a little more stable than his colleague’s Albacore. Back then, only rich fat […]

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