My so-called “expert neurologist” got so angry with me, afterward, that he forcefully ejected me and my mother from his office with orders to never return.
It seems, you see, that I was technically/statistically/medically/logically “not able” to pass all of the cognitive tests he gave me.
Nor should I have been able to blindfold-taste even the slightest difference between things he had me sample, given that I no longer had ~any~ sense of smell.
I screwed up his curve, wrecked his paradigm and altered his comfy "reality" so much that he didn't like it one little bit.
[you'd have thought they'd want to study me and find out *why* everything was “working”, instead]
I have absolutely no idea what part of my brain [or *whatever*] is “taking up the slack”.
I'm simply thrilled that is...:)
And you're very welcome.
It's not an easy story to tell but occasionally, it helps somebody to cope with their own brain injuries.
I wonder if when this happened to you was awhile ago? I think they know now that even with a lot of brain damage, the brain compensates and the other areas start working, and/or working harder. Too bad your doc wasn’t more receptive and wanted to study you more - perhaps the medical advances would have happened even more quickly.
And not to say that you didn’t have your own angel watching over you. But in a sense, I think that the human body (heck- all of nature for that matter) is a miracle!
Interesting testimony. Have you had a chance to read any Wilder Penfield or Arthur Custance?
Wow! Simply amazing. Thank you so much for sharing your story!