As most of my seven readers know, I broke myself a couple years ago. As I’ve noted in this space and elsewhere, I feel ridiculously lucky to be able to move around as well as I can. In fact, I probably move around well enough that if you didn’t know me before the accident, I’d guess that you’d have to watch carefully to see the comparative deficiency in movement that is part of my current reality.
After the accident, I was in the ICU at our local hospital for about ten days. During that time, I hardly got out of bed - and when I did, it was an ordeal. When I moved from that hospital (where they took good care of me) to the spinal cord injury treatment department at Craig Hospital, I was able to get around some. But only in a motorized wheelchair. /
For better or worse, I was probably the only person who really didn’t contemplate the possibility that I might never walk again. I blame that lack of introspection partly on the mild traumatic brain injury, and partly on my own cluelessness.
I know that I’m unimaginably lucky to have regained as much muscle control and mobility as I have. But I’m certain that I wouldn’t be moving around as much as I am now if I hadn’t spent most of the first couple months post-accident at Craig Hospital, where they know how to help folks with brain injuries and with spinal cord injuries achieve as much recovery and mobility and functionality as possible.
