This is me. Last winter. At work. In my happy place. A week or two after this shot was taken I wiped out whilst riding my snowboard. It was a day like this one, with some new powder thrown in – one of the best of the season. I’d just had a sweet lap and, oh the irony, clipped the edge of the slow sign at the bottom of the run. Whoops.
I walked away (damned if I was getting dragged off on a sledge) worrying that I’d wrecked my shoulder (and I had) but that was all. It wasn’t until a few days later that my physiotherapist picked up that I may have had a concussion. Unfortunately it was the second one that season. Two concussions within six weeks is not a good thing it turns out.
Concussion aka mild traumatic brain injury is not “mild” at all, right now it is affecting my life profoundly.
I’ve been messing around with this blog for years, what started off as a travel blog kind of lost it’s way. In fact I’d been tossing up whether or not to just delete it altogether. But not now. This is my story. This is what my recovery looks like. I write this in the hope that it may help someone else, someone lying on the sofa at home, like I was. Someone with no one to talk to who’d wondering what the hell had happened to them, if they’ll ever get better. If they’re the only one like this. This is me coming back. Better. Badder. With more adventures. Watch this space.
Adventures Before Dementia 