Preface…

I probably should have started with this post but needed to vent earlier about Traumatic Brain Injury... I will apologize now for the randomness of this blog, meaning that it will probably not go in the exact order of things. That being said I will try and start from the beginning…

I will never forget that day, the day of July 11, 2009. That day, in the matter of a split second, life changed forever.  I was introduced to the life of Traumatic Brain InjuryI can remember every single thing as if it happened minutes ago. My husband (I will refer to him as ‘B’, this is what I call him here) left on the evening of July 10th for a ride on his bike, had to get a haircut and went to visit a couple friends. Well, the time went by as it does and I really didn’t think anything of the fact that he wasn’t home yet when I went to bed. It was probably around 1 am when the chaos started. My phone started ringing off the hook, barely awake I didn’t answer it but then the pounding on the door started too. I finally picked up the phone to hear my sister in law (his sister) on the other end. “You need to go open the door, Dave is outside. Go open the door now, hurry” (Dave is her husband, a police officer in our town). I stumbled down the stairs to find Dave at the door. Opened it up and all he said was “There’s been an accident, I don’t know much just that he is in very critical condition. Get dressed, we have to leave now”. Still trying to wake up I was in a daze of sorts, not sure it sank in yet. I went and got dressed and after picking up my sister in law we were on our way to the trauma hospital. Not a word was spoken in the that car and what was really a 20 minute ride felt like an hour…

We got there and I remember standing in the hallway in front of the ER doors. I heard something coming down the hallway towards us and turned to see what it was. It was my B. They were bringing him back from a CT scan. He was completely covered in blood, totally unrecognizable. Clinging to life. I lost it, the reality of the situation was now starting to sink in. Once they had him back in the ER I was able to go in and see him. What I saw I was definitely not prepared for… Blood everywhere, his face sliced open everywhere with his lips almost completely severed from his face. He was bleeding from every orifice imaginable, his eyes, nose, ears, mouth… The couldn’t get him stabilized and put in a trach there in the ER. Still not knowing much I tried to talk to him, reassure him that he would be ok but in my head I said my goodbyes. I honestly did not know if he was going to make it or not.

Later I was told of his injuries… Broke every bone in his face, shattered, broke his neck, broke 8 ribs, jaw was broken in 3 places. He now suffers with a traumatic brain injury, post traumatic stress disorder, chronic pain, tears in both shoulders, early signs of dementia, confusion, disorientation, his balance is shot, cognitive problems and some motor skills are not what they where. He has issues with retrograde amnesia, some days he doesn’t even know who he is, let alone me or the kids…

This started our new life. The new normal as I call it. Tons of doctors, specialists, therapies, medications, tests, scans… you name it we’ve tried it. Things continue to decline as far as his health is concerned but we plug along as best we can.

What I have found, through the years of trial and error, are essential oils and the benefits of using them. I am a **huge** believer in using oils now for my husband. The company, ( Name) where I buy from has terrific blends that have done amazing things for him and the quality of his life. (How So?  Why do you believe in that product?  How do you believe that your reader will benefit from it as well? )  I will continue to update this blog with our daily trials and tribulations and inform you of his progress using the oils.

 

I was skeptical about using oils and thought it was a hoax. However, I was so eager to try anything to restore my peace of mind. Again, I let go of my skepticism and just tried it. Much to my surprise, (What happened to “B”) .  I started this blog to help others going through this experience as care providers of  Traumatic Brain Injury patients and also talk about these holistic remedies that have created positive life changing results!

I am convinced that (Oil company) has helped my “B” because the scents honestly do trigger his long term memory.  I highly recommend that you check it out for yourself by clicking here, it has changed our life and perhaps, this may help you as well!   Or- if you like to connect with me personally to see which products I have personally found highly effective, feel free to connect with me Sherri at- (Email).

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5 years out…

Well, we are about 5 years post accident as I sit and write this today. A particularly bad day today actually. One of my husband’s new quirks is his OCD. He will pick something and obsess about it, to no end! The obsession that has consumed him most recently is money. Now I know money is an issue for many ‘normal’ couples, but with a TBI survivor money issues and the obsessing about it can be like a tornado tearing through a small  town. His issues have caused such a dramatic change in him, every aspect of him. He can be extremely hurtful and nasty at times but then it’s like he flips the switch and goes back to a caring, loving husband. I never know what I am walking into an any given day.

Now, back to the money obsession… I now have to account for every penny I spend, producing receipts on demand and god forbid if it’s spent on something for me, WW3 breaks out! Today for instance; now keep in mind that my measly unemployment check does not go very far; I spent some of it. For any other normal couple this really wouldn’t be a big deal, right? Well here… I was called every nasty name in the book, told I am a useless human being, a horrible wife and mother, selfish and unlovable… The end result of this morning’s freak out? He left for work telling me he is done with me and wants a divorce. Sad but this is always his response to any argument we have. I try desperately not to take it personal, I try to remind myself that most of what comes out of his mouth is not his fault, it’s the brain injury, he can’t help it. How can you not left that bother you though? To me, words hurt the worst, bruises heal but the words are there forever. I have become a basket case myself since this accident 5 years ago, a causality of his TBI.

I guess now I wait… wait until he comes home today to see what’s in store for me tonight. It’s a roll of the dice…