50 yrs & guess what I am back….

The neurology appointment was interesting and I had to on a couple of occasions take him off his text-book rant or talk, either way, I had to inform him of having medical records back to 1971 and we knew for a fact, every brain injury was from childhood…

Do you have any clue how tired I am of trying to fill in a new doctor on the back story and to know that I am done doing that is such a relief…

What did I get out of seeing the doctor… he brought up medication, that is his primary treatment course and I declined… and explained why, no drugs…

He offered up psychology counseling and again I stopped him and told him why and he actually agreed with me…

So what did I get out of today… I got someone, who is college educated, has a degree and a license to put it in writing…

TBI from childhood with yada, yada injuries and that is about it….

He did confirm, along with the statistics I already knew, that CTE and Dementia are always going to be a possibility and since I am aware of those issues, I know to seek immediate care if the symptoms present themself to me….

As for everything else with the injuries and bleed on the brain and the multiple injuries…

That high IQ, was probably higher at one time… the edetic memory is there, but injured and my short-term memory issues have abated, though I think with age, we all have little hiccups of memory…

The one question I had, that he did give me hope about…. Remembering everything and that is all up to me and how willing I am to go into those dark places that Freda & Don lived in and Peggy participated in…

I took those steps, when I told Mike on Nov 7, 2017 I had a memory about Big Springs, Texas and as we can say… the rest is history….

It will take me time to digest the full reality of all that I have learned over the last year and the medical knowledge…

I still have anger and that may never leave me… Freda and Peggy are both living and neither are talking… Mother and daughter, co-conspirators to keep secrets that never were… and the ones they never wanted me to remember… were the first presents I opened up… and then I let them lie and seal their fate with their words…

50 years to get answers and now I know that goofy machine in the living room that Mike is putting together is going to add to my quality and quantity of life and I can move forward with the knowledge of who my real family and friends are and who the spectators were…. they made a choice…

So did I… I intend to out live every one of them…

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I Remember… Margie… who loved anything outdoors…

Sgt. USAF DAV