You know, it’s a good thing I grew up in a medical family, learnt how to do research and search through libraries from a young age on, studied hormones from age 11 until, I think, 22 (through sex ed, biology, sciences), and took a one-year physiology course at the University of Toronto, else I may…
Tag: Personal
Anger Provides a New Opportunity
I got a call. Would you like to join an expert panel on creating a training manual for anger management of people with brain injury? Uhhhh…. Good question. Did I want to take this road, of becoming involved in the brain injury community? So far, I’ve joined a social group as one of those hang-around…
Limp Case Manager; Strong Behavioural Therapist
Last week, I met my case manager, about nine years late. It’s taken me since then to see if I can figure out what happened. Nope. It’s not that I’m new to case management and slow on the pickup, it’s that it was so, well, limp. Back in mid-1991 I was in a rear-ender that…
Seeing the Physiatrist: One More Step to an Answer. Maybe.
You often hear at the end of a standard news story on the umpteenth car collision of the week, “no life-threatening injuries.” Well, those “no life-threatening injuries” in me are causing me to still be seeking medical help 10 years later, partly because traumatic brain injury (TBI) health care is so fragmented, so little understood,…
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…
Distraction, Ubuntu Distraction, on the Menu Today
Distraction is a great way to cope with adversity, especially on those days when one’s mood sinks into the Mariana Trench, pain, physical or emotional, becomes too great, and psychic energy couldn’t be lower. For those really low-energy days, television is the best bet. All you have to is sit there, watch the program, and…
Nine Years, Eleven Months, Twenty-Eight Days
M.V.A. January 15, 2000 is how every letter from my lawyers is referenced. M.V.A.: Motor Vehicle Accident. It was no accident. Any effing idiot who tailgates on Highway 7, a road with near-highway speeds, steep hills, and stoplights at the nadir — and what dumbass road engineer thought traffic lights at the bottom of a…
The Three-Month Type 2 Diabetes Followup
Back in September I wrote about my Type 2 Diabetes diagnosis and my early impressions with The GI Diet, and then I forgot all about reading the diet book every week and went on to more fun things like writing my novel and blogging about NaNoWriMo. But today I met with my GP to go…
Waaahhhh, NaNoWriMo is Over!
Well, it’s over. Waahhhhhhh! The last two days zipped by; one moment I was facing two chapters left to write, feeling nervous, excited, and already nostalgic for this unbelievable month of novel writing called NaNoWriMo, the next I’d typed the last word, pressed the Save button, and it was all over. I wrote 1,420 words…