In case you’re new to my blog, allow me to say hello, and furthermore add that I recently got a severe concussion. If you follow or read my blog to any extent, you’re already aware of this, and I apologize for the redundancy.
I got the first concussion toward the end of July and the second one two weeks later. The second impact was worse than the first and left me with a diagnosis of a severe concussion, Second Impact Syndrome, and whiplash.
Allow me to assert that unless you’ve experienced a severe concussion, you’re more than likely completely unaware of how fucking awful they are. I’ve had minor concussions in the past, and they are nothing like what I am dealing with now.
I’m seeing a specialist twice a week who has aided me tremendously in my recovery. Without his help, I really don’t know where I would be in terms of progress, but I imagine I would not have recovered to the extent I have without his expertise.
That being said, however, severe concussions are a real bitch regarding how they present symptoms. Granted, the first couple of weeks after the impact are normally the worst, but what is incredibly frustrating is the highs and lows of recovery once you’ve embarked on it. Over the last few days, I’ve been feeling much better, so the specialist recommended upping the intensity of the rehabilitation exercises he has me doing. I did just that and ended up becoming extremely nauseous once more, only to toss my cookies just like I was the first few days after getting smoked.
The specialist told me to anticipate this, but it doesn’t make it any easier to swallow. I thought I was well past the nausea, but apparently not, and this occurrence has reminded me of just how intense the recovery from a brain injury is.
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