February 4, 2014

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Hi you guys. Hey, I’d like to dedicate this blog to all of my therapists. They’ve been so important. I’ll explain more in a bit.

So check this out. I went to the hospital because a family friend was, well, very sick. I was in the hospital talking to the doctor when the doctor looked at me and said, “What’s your deal?” I said, “Well…” I explained I had brain surgery. Mentally I’m all there but physically I’m messed up. I told him I had a slight cough because, you know, it’s flu season. Mind you, I’ve had a flu shot and a pneumonia shot, but I still had a cough. He said, “Brian, OK, off to the ER with you.” I said, “What?” He said, “Yup off to the Emergency Room for you to get a chest x-ray.” Next thing you know, I’m back in the Emergency Room. Never a dull moment. Well, I had a chest x-ray and everything is OK. I was allowed to go home. Oh yeah, I did get tested for the flu and I did have the flu. Go figure. Anyway, that was a few weeks ago. I’m OK and my family friend is OK. You know, when you have traumatic brain injury, I said it before, but I’ll say it again, it’s so important to have good therapy. You have to work hard, but therapy is so important. And after spending time with my family friend, I also am reminded that it’s so important to have a point person. Someone to look after you while you’re in a hospital. You have to have an advocate. Otherwise, you just get lost in the shuffle. The hospital might mean well, but you still get lost in the shuffle. You really need someone there every day, from 7 am to 6 pm.

I’m not sure what to talk to you guys about so I’m gonna have my friend here go in the other room and get one of my journals. Maybe it will trigger a story or two. I know I was going to talk about the present and the future on this blog, but I couldn’t resist.

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So my friend here went in the other room. She pulled a book about, well, 1997. I was living between Paris and New York. The book went on and on about how happy I was when I lived in Paris. I’ll have her include a cartoon or two. The book just reinforces the idea that you should chase your dreams. You see, I always dreamed of living in Paris. And voila! Then I did. Don’t be afraid. Just chase your dreams. Even if they seem outrageous. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it there because I’m outrageously tired. I’ll include a few photos from my trip. Remember, you’re very lucky. This is B. Nice signing off. Love, B. Nice

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One thought on “February 4, 2014

  1. Yes, Brian, a good word “follow your dreams.” I know you can be happy that you did go live in Paris and persevered until you made it happen. How is your French? My husband lived in Switzerland and France one year each for school. He speaks very well and with a perfect accent. You guys should talk sometime. He has a TBI as well. I read some of your posts to him and he likes your sense of humor so much.

    We watched “Downhill: the Story of Bill Johnson” last night. It’s a documentary of his life. Do you remember him, he won the downhill in the ’84 Olympics. My husband was a ski racer in France and he realized he never heard any more about Bill after the Olympics. It turns out he has a TBI also. Maybe you have seen the story. He came back pretty well from his first injury (ski wreck) but had a bad lifestyle and then suffered a stroke. He is 53.

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