Physical Therapy….edited

Well…. I got a couple of the things right that I was doing at home on my own… and I got several wrong… I get 12 weeks with this and I am taking full advantage of that 12 weeks…

It is hard to give someone a synopses of all the issues associated with my injuries from domestic violence… but the kid let me tell him and I actually got it all out reasonably concise… the motor mouth syndrome of the PTSD is loosening it’s grips on my brain…

What the mental health lady said was right… some of this is a very slow process and all of it is up to just how much I can take in, digest and disseminate into my waking mind…

Coming out of this fog of 50 years is a triumph in itself… it’s just sad that it took a move to Hawaii and a doctor that took me a year to convince that I had brain injuries and I still do not think she realizes how much not having those memories impacted my over all well-being… which is why I fired her…

Communication is so important on this journey… This is the 2nd physical therapist I have tried on the island… the first one, we only addressed the neck, because I had not gotten my memories back and had no proof of the neuropathy until Feb of last year…

The PT will be a little challenging… I can feel that my mind and body are both tired, but as time goes by and I work out doing the exercises he gave me, I will just build my strength and longevity back to a healthy parameter that is conducive to my better over all well-being…

What I hope out of the next 11 weeks… sleep better, have better mobility and have less issues with the weak side of my body that Freda refused to tell me about…

Remember when I wrote a while back about my oldest child having a grand mall seizure at the folks house and how they ignored my request for an ambulance… and it dawned on me back in 96 when this happened… my parents had been around someone who had lots of seizures… and that patient was likely me after the stroke and severe brain injury in 67 and 68… I still shake my head on that one…

I asked, I asked Freda repeatedly, until we moved here in 2016… What happened to me as a child and to this day she will deny what she did… I really do hope her end of life time is exactly what she deserves and if I know my greedy christian siblings… they will make the woman suffer, and that is beyond sad… I would rather she have dementia and have to relive the past, like I do daily….

So enough of that tirade… I am excited about the PT and I am looking forward to gaining back what was stolen… my past… and a more active lifestyle… may never dance like I did, back in my military time or be able to do the obstacle course…

But… If I can keep up with my great grand kids… I will be one happy camper when we move home next year….

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What was interesting, the noticeable difference in my right and left side… How Freda could let me go through 2 pregnancies and basic training and military life and not tell me I had a stroke at 13….The thoughts my mind just went too, are beyond my normal thought process and it just enforces my hate for religion and those humans that hide behind it, so they can commit the worse crimes against a human being… so yep, my thoughts are dark when I think of the Bagwell crime syndicate called christian…

TimesUp #MeToo WhyIDidntTell

I Remember… Margie… who loved being outdoors…

Sgt. USAF DAV

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