The start of something good?

Yup, that is an actual picture of my brain, cool right? Or weird, yeah, let’s go with weird.

So I had my second appointment with the neurologist on May 17, 2017 where we looked at the results of my MRI. The most important thing, according to him, was that there were no blood issues in my brain. Let’s take that as a huge win!

We talked about the symptoms I’m still living with:

  1. Daily headaches. On a scale of 10, I’m at a 3/4 all day. When I last saw him about a month ago, I was a 5/6. So, that’s an improvement!?
  2. Still having trouble with sounds: loud noises, large groups of people and high pitches. This one is tough, as it can elevate my already 3/4 to an 8/9 for extended periods. I’m talking about anything from grocery shopping or attending church, to a movie theater (which I’ve been too scared to even attempt).
  3. Struggling to find words. This is just frustrating.
  4. Easily frustrated. I have a short temper for stupid little things that mean nothing. Even worse, the fact that I get frustrated, frustrates me further. According to my neurologist, this is extremely common.
  5. I contacted a psychologist. I suppose the nature of my job, combined with my head trauma brought this about. Speaking with the psychologist was incredibly helpful. The concussion, while it can damper some things, can also amplify other feelings/emotions.

Based on all of that, the neurologist signed off on another 4-6 weeks.


Regardless of what anyone else tells you, a concussion is the worst thing. Ever.

However, I did receive some good news. Because I have made improvements since the last time I saw the specialist, he’s encouraged me to begin light exercising. He wants me to walk often and longer, as well as begin some light runs.

Since my lifestyle was gym focused (power lifting), he’s also permitted me to begin lifting some light weights. I’m also taking this as a huge positive right now.

I suppose I would have never really admitted to it previously, but I definitely have activities that are my ‘therapy.’ I guess I wouldn’t have admitted to it because I didn’t think I needed therapy, as though it made me weak, or less or a person. I always prided myself on not knowing what stress was.

However, now that I look back, exercise and music were my ‘therapy.’ They were my happy place, my place of rest. During both I could shut out the world and just relax. I only realized this since my head trauma took both away.

I’ll be documenting many videos on my progression throughout this rehab. Since I don’t have a YouTube account, I’ll be documenting it on my Instagram:

Follow along if you’re interested.

As always, if you have any thoughts, comments or questions, please let me know!

Mr Average



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