Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Lost world

Yeah, I know. This poor neglected bloggity. There just hasn't been a lot of good or fun stuff to post. SOSDD... homework, tests, school, life. Been battling some medical billing nightmares to boot. Not fun.

I'm so ready for summer break. I'm taking the summer off from classes, but I will be self-teaching and studying for a math test and French test. I want to test out of certain requirements to save time and money. It'll be nice not to have class, but I am nervous about the French test. The math test will be no problem. (It's ridiculous, I used to be a math major but my new major doesn't think that I have a background in the right math. Ah, academia. Love it like a cold sore.)

Well, one cute story to share: my husband was out in the backyard hitting some practice golf balls. (Whiffle-type balls.) I hear him through the open window saying, "Well, hello! Hellllo! What's up? Hey! HEY!"

Turns out our neighbor's dog, an Australian shepherd, came over to greet him and then snitched one of the practice balls! LOL! Awwwwww.

Monday, April 13, 2009

TBI

I don't speak often of my husband's condition here on the blawg. Sometimes I almost feel like I should, just in ways that he and I have encountered problems.

One piece of advice I can pass on is you have to have patience when talking to someone with a brain injury. It takes them a little longer to go through the thought processes at times. And if you don't have that patience you're just re-setting the clock every time you prod them.

Ergo there's a bit of a 10 second rule. 10 seconds can seem like an eternity to people, especially those without brain injuries. Some people with brain injuries may even need 15 or more seconds.

But people may get antsy waiting even those 10 seconds for any kind of response and whenever they speak they just interrupt the thought process and the clock has to be re-set. At times you can practically hear that clock ticking back to zero as their mind has to go back to the beginning again.

I see this happen with my husband. I'm guilty at times for re-setting the clock.

And in that same vein, any kind of interruption can lead to confusion and flusteration. My husband adds in a lot of words to a story while he's trying to form the sentence he wants in his mind. He's speaking, telling the story with extra unnecessary words and details, because his brain is inside trying to find the point he wants to make.
If you interrupt that process for whatever reason, such as asking for a clarification in the story... the clock may start over as well. My husband sometimes has to say the whole sentence again to get to where he was going.

People with TBI often suffer from anger or short-tempered issues as well, mostly due to these kinds of frustrations. They are frustrated with themselves for the extra steps they have to take to think, for not finding words or descriptions they want and they are frustrated with others for rushing them. I don't blame them one bit.
(Like I said this is part of the reason for anger issues, and I observe it very often with my husband. Other people with TBIs may be different and there can be different reasons for anger/temper issues.)

Consider any times when you were talking and couldn't think of the right words, or you could but they came out jumbled... and how frustrated you were at that moment. That's the kind of thing that people with TBI have to struggle with daily. They're annoyed and frustrated with themselves and they can become annoyed and frustrated at a world that values split-second decisions and replies.

If there's one thing I could change, well okay there are a million things I wish I could change, but one thing that I would love to see is a world that could slow down a bit and accept that many people think at their own paces. My husband was fired from jobs because he wasn't deemed "fast enough", though he's rather on the ball and lucid for someone who suffered such a massive open head TBI as he did. He was more than able to do the job, he just needed a few extra seconds for his thinking processes and the employers couldn't handle/didn't like that.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I miss my links!

Guy #1: Why did they have to close the damn golf course for 5 whole days, just to aerate it?

Guy #2: Well, maybe it's because it just takes time.

Guy #1: It's just riding over the grass... really, how long can that take? I can understand a day, maybe two, but five days?

Guy #2: After they aerate it they would have to go back and mulch the grass that was taken out of the ground, and it depends on the size of their equipment, how many people are working it...

Guy #1: *laughs* Ok. So maybe they have one illegal out there with a pick ax then.

Edited to Add:
I should've pointed out at the very beginning that this wasn't meant as a punch line joke, it was something I actually overheard while at the golf course that day.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Water and ripples and whatnot

It's really interesting to ponder how much affect your words may have and how far they will go, and you won't even know it.

Today I quoted something a professor told my mom while she was in college around 1998. He told her, in regards to graduates finding jobs, "There is a place for everybody."

I've never met the guy and yet now I'm quoting him and passing on his words to my fellow college students.

Wouldn't it be nice if you could see how your words may alter someone's life, or where they go, or how long they may live on?