**pictures of my incision & scar below
I had a visiting nurse, an occupational therapist and physical therapist who each came to the house. My sister, to whom I will be forever grateful, stayed at my house for a week, organizing my appointments and care. It seemed like someone was coming everyday! I found it quite annoying and I remember being totally out of it and not wanting to get up.
I finally decided to seek the therapies outside of the home after about a month later. I really didn't feel like I was getting much help with the at home therapies. I began going to speech, occupational and physical therapy at a traumatic brain institute therapy center. It was a helpful but scary and sobering experience.
I was there for 3 hours 3x's per week. I was driven by my sister and parents. I was in terrible arthritic pain which had to be managed first before work on my gait, speech and problem solving issues could be tackled.
I met many nice people who unfortunately were in horrible circumstances, like those who are paralyzed due to different types of brain injuries. I met one woman who fell 25 ft but wouId never walk again and she had a 13 month old at home. I would go home mentally and physically exhausted! I would come in and just fall into bed and sleep for hours.
The therapy did help a lot in the speech department, occupational therapy went well and I walked away from physical therapy with weakness and a limp. I graduated from having to use a walker to being able to use a cane.
After therapy began the real dark side of my journey. Depression and anxiety set in. I went to a deep, dark place from which I am barely emerging...more on that to come! Please contribute if you can to our medical bill fundraiser www.gofundme.com/helpingtracy
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