Tag: Health Care

The Shivers

Ever since my accident my “wiring” has been altered from how it was prior to my bump. When use the term “wiring” I’m merely referring to the manner in which my brain communicates with my body. And even more specifically I’m speaking from a physical perspective. In terms of my ability to operate the various parts of my body.

And, yes, I did, for some time, suffer from locked-in syndrome, which insured I couldn’t move voluntarily. But that didn’t mean I was a soft pile of skin and bone. Far from it. I did my fair share of moving, during that time, in the form of spasms. Often it was a reaction to something as non-threatening as a persons touch. It freaked out more than one massage therapist. That’s right, two.

I was a mess. And it hurt. Bad…

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A Reactionary Erection

I’m going to continue with the theme I brought up yesterday and keep the discussion focused on dinks. On the television show “House” this week the term “Reactionary Erection” was being thrown about in attempts to diagnose a patient. I found it quite interesting simply because I’d have thought the phrase would have meant something other than what they were discussing it was.

I’d assume it was a “reaction” to touch. And while it is still a reaction, it seemed to me to be more of a mental manifestation than physical one, while you slept. So I guess that is the clinical expression for morning boner? I still prefer the latter… Continue reading A Reactionary Erection

Different and Proud

Self-Portrait

I’m often asked if I’m up to date on advances scientists are making on spinal cord research? Honestly I don’t know much about my injuries. Nor do I know, or have much interest in what “they” could do to “fix” me. Mostly on account of I’ve always seen my situation as something that just happened to me. A modified part of an existence that I needed to learn to deal with if I ever hoped to continue to live a productive life.

I don’t or have I ever considered myself as broken. Just altered. Of course I appear different than most blokes on the street. But no matter how hard or soft you look, everyone is different. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’re better than me on account of an assumed “inability.” No matter how fair that assumption may appear to be. And by no means does that mean I’m better than you. Continue reading Different and Proud

Let Your Imagination Set You Free

I once swore to myself I would never let myself forget how bloody frustrating life can get when you no longer possess the faculties you once used to live life. And there I sat actually having to be reminded of a promise I once made to myself… 

I recently had an opportunity to see the film The Diving Bell And The Butterfly. Continue reading Let Your Imagination Set You Free