One day I walked into my psychologist’s office, sat in the chair across from him at his desk, looked up and into his eyes, and before he could mask them, I knew. I knew. I knew. I knew. He could no longer help me. The medical model had long since discharged me after helping me…
Category: Personal
Type 2 Diabetes Plays Gotcha
I haven’t blogged about myself in much depth because for years my lawyer banned me from blogging about even the most trivial personal item. I did graze the line when I ranted about raccoons, but I think that was forgivable. No one can withstand a raccoon rant. But today, I turn a new, quivery leaf,…
Experiencing Health Care American Style in Canada
I’ve wanted to write about this topic for awhile, but first a lawsuit prohibited me and then I was just tired. But the current insanity over health care raging south of the border has got me going enough to finally share my experience with American style health care in Canada. Under Ontario law, when you’re…
The Anniversary of Freedom
It’s hard to believe that it’s been 1 year, 2 days, since my day of freedom. Although that day was supposed to be July 17th in 2008, in actuality it was July 18th, a Friday. This past spring, it seemed like June, when memories reared up of June last year filled with pre-trials and insurance…
The Medical Model Fails the Traumatically Brain Injured Big Time
Recovery time depends on how severe the injury was. If someone was unconscious for less than thirty minutes, they will usually recover within three months. If someone was unconscious for more than 24 hours, their recovery may take up to a year…. What Does It Mean to Be Recovered from a Brain Injury—What Is the…
Happy Canada Day 2009!!!
Canada is a paradise. That’s what I thought when we came here. Empty streets, clean pee-free sidewalks, trees and more trees, and cool grass under the tootsies. Most amazing of all, everyone had a car! That was my childhood impression. As I grew up, I noticed other differences. Racism infected my Canadian schoolmates and society…
Chopper Trip into the St. Elias Mountain Range, Yukon
So we’re driving along the Alaska Highway in the middle of nowhere, literally. Not the usual definition of nowhere, where there’s still a town just down the road or a shack that-a-way. No, this is nowhere. No other cars for long periods of time, no shacks, no people, no nothing. And then all of a…
A Personal Day of Remembrance
On this day exactly, almost three decades ago, my Grandma died for no reason. She’d just come through quadruple-bypass surgery when on the 19th at 2 am, she sat up, said, “I can’t breathe,” and died. A few days earlier when I’d first seen her post-surgery, she’d looked vulnerable and scared underneath her oxygen mask…
As Usual, Politicians Tramp on my Unfolding
It’s been a gale-force day of wind and flying hopes in a week of unfolding possibilities. I’ve been studying the Book of Job in the Bible for the better part of a year now with my Pastor, and partway in, I started toying with the idea of writing my own Outline as the ones suggested…