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!
March 29, 1981.
The “technology” for brain injury back then was “strap them down and keep them from hurting themselves if they seize”.
Other than being tied down I think the only other thing they did was give me cortisone for the brain swelling.
[it was a very ‘backwoods’ hospital, too]
Even though I was totally “gone”, I still kicked and screamed.
[Heck, immediately after the accident, I got up, bleeding from *every* hole in my head and insisted on finding the horse and taking him back home before he got out on the road and got hurt. They literally had to wrestle me into the ambulance. I kept getting away and heading home.]...;]
The nurses hated tending to me and tightened the restraints but one kind doctor told my dad that all my struggling might be a “good thing”.
He said possibly it meant that I was fighting to regain consciousness and live.
Reckon he was right...:)
I credit my dad’s prayers and God listening to them.
My neuro-doc was one of “those people” who know everything and simply refuse to accommodate or acknowledge the unknown.
If it’s not in the book, it can’t exist.