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My name is Diana . My nickname is Bear because I collect teddy bears. On August 24, 1990 I came out the loser in a battle between a desk and chair. I leaned over in the chair to pull open a drawer in the desk behind me, and the wheels on the old fashioned roller chair all flipped to go down the slope of the floor in my office. It pitched me into the corner of the desk and then hit me in the back in it's attempt to right itself. There I was, bent over double in the chair. I was unable to move but could hear...but it was slow and thick like molasses.
When I could finally move, I touched my eyes...they were open but I could not see. This slowly cleared up some. I was nauseous, dizzy, and had a horrendous headache. In the restroom I found that I had a knot on my head the size of my fist. I reported the incident to my supervisor and went home. That weekend I was semi concious. My husband was scared to death when it took more than 20 minutes to awake me. My head was swollen from my upper lip over the top of my head to the base of my skull. It took 3 months for the swelling to go down due to inadequate treatment by a doctor. I spent the next year and a half trying to find out what was wrong with me, and so 
tired of hearing "it's all in your head." We finally found a doctor that did all the tests he could find until he found the answer. Brain damage. I require 2 quad cane crutches and a wheelchair to get around (supposed to have a scooter too). My cognitive skills are a constant source of aggravation as I try to make my way thru this world. I've spent 3 years in various therapys, and require constant medical supervision. The best way to describe what happened is that it is like cutting a diamond...one small tap in the wrong place, and it shatters. Life itself is a constant struggle now, but I've found other survivors that help me to know I'm not alone...it's okay to hurt.
Love,
Bear ili ili
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