Several years ago ... I'm not even sure exactly how many...perhaps 10 now... she fell, on some ice, while getting out of her car in the parking lot of the school where she worked at the time. She awoke with a major concussion. Bad enough to cause some brain damage. There were many months to years of agony that ensued while she pretty much rescued and rehabilitated herself from the days and weeks of being almost catatonic on her couch. The drugs they had her on in the beginning made her reckless and totally forget about consequences..and I worried for her. Every. Single. Day.
I am many hours drive from where she lives. Accidents did happen... injuries did happen...and years went by... with no help and a lot of frustration. But... she worked at getting back her lost self.. the brain injury association originally told her she had lost about 50% of herself. She cried. She was shocked. She became totally depressed. I was shocked. When she could read words on paper again without vomiting... ..she studied up on all of it. She had post-it notes on every available surface to remind her how to live..how to perform daily functions.. to manage to make it through her days. When she could drive again... more than a year after it all happened.. and even then, without peripheral vision, ... she drove herself to all the hospital and doctor appointments. We flew, together, to a special evaluation in a nearby big city that should have resulted in some compensation for job loss...she had been head secretary at a big school and could no longer manage that although she tried to go back a few times. A very trying farce as it turned out...she got nothing...and had to fight in court for another few years for something... and, on it went...several horrible years....in which she petted, groomed, looked after and in general just hung out with her horses ... crying into their warm bodies and keeping them company, and they became her best and only friends... when all others totally disappeared, save one....
A few years ago...she took herself off all the drugs the doctors had her on. Against their advice. Got fed up and just quit cold turkey. Decided she wanted her old life and self back. Wanted more than she had. More energy. More clarity. More her. As much of her as she could get back. Man... has she worked at it. And..if you didn't know she has residual brain damage... you would probably never guess. Of course, there are a few things ..but if you didn't know..... She seems to have an even better sense of humour ...and is very funny....and her stories and imagination ... amazing.
I still think she should be doing some motivational speaking for the brain injury society...or maybe just for the brain injured. They could use an inspirational thing or two in their lives... and she would feel like she didn't lose nearly as much as she did. Lost her job, any benefits, her so-called friends, years of her life ....the list goes on and on, believe me ...... but, she discovered a lot in the process as well and she could pass on that knowledge .. and she sure knows she can hold her own in most situations now. She's my hero.
Anyway.... if I can't think of a name for any of my creations...I just show Vikki a photo and she comes up with not only a story,...but a great name too....
I showed her my goose in an email ....and she came back with what was happening with her and the little guys right away... here is an excerpt from her letter.
I love the picture where they are all asking her where she has come from and where she got the great bling. It’s like she could have just had a very iffy landing and they came over to see. And she’s saying something like “Whew, made it…that was a close one in all that wind.” “Oh, this stuff...I come from a far off land where we all get “bling” before we make our maiden flight.” “It’s a birthright.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~