My name is Karina Hernandez and I'm a tbi survivor. Mine was on August 16, 1998. It was in Mississippi but I'm from Texas. I was living with one of my sisters and going to school, college. I was 18 at the time of my accident. Since I was 18 at the time, all my friends were just out of school and their life didn't stop just because mine did, so now they are gone, in college. College. That sounds wonderful but I tried going back, and my brain didn't work like it used to. I use to be smart. I was in a High School of Technology, so math was my best subject, now it's my worse. Some people tell me that maybe it was too soon for me to have gone back to school, like 8 months to a year. Maybe it was. I was looking over some work that I did back in High School and not to brag, but I was smart, maybe not the smartest but simply smart. It was a notebook that had a table of contents, my profile, my autobiography, some guest speakers we had, my goals, my philosophy and beliefs, we even went to work so we had field experiences. I was reading my autobiography and it brought back memories that I had forgotten. This notebook shows me how smart I use to be and I hate my accident, worse thing that ever happened to me. Why did this have to happen to me? Even my husband tells me that he couldn't have done everything I did and he is supposedly fine, no accident. Now my doctor told me not to go back to her if I don't look for a job. I send her a letter, telling her I don't want to work. It's very difficult, going from college to a job, I've never worked and I don't want to work. I should have known all that stuff. I was suppose to go to school so I wouldn't get a laborer. I use to hate being in my house, doing housework and now I love it. I hated cooking, even though I am good at it, and now I love it. I loved one of my brothers in law, now I can't stand him. I use to fight with my little niece a little bit after my accident, now I take such good care of her. I love her. She's only two. My mom understands me completely... I think she's the only one that can deal with me...Thank God for moms. Now I live with my sister-in-law, because I got married. I hate it here, she eats our food, uses our dishwashing liquid, our laundry soap, and God I hate it. My mom offered us her house, thank God for moms, I think we are going to go, we move tomorrow.... That's what we had thought in the first place. My sister-in-law has 2 nosy little boys as well, I mean kids will be kids but we are newly weds, we don't want any third or fourth party. Then I feel bad when my sister-in-law's husband is going have cereal for dinner so I offer him whatever I am cooking for my husband. The only clean rooms are our bedroom and our restroom. And now she is charging us 50 more dollars because I'm there, I don't use 50 dollars worth of water or electricity. And she eats our food and uses our detergent. Well I don't know but since she eats our food, this morning I used one of her eggs and sometimes I use some of her milk. She's always making chicken nuggets, fish sticks, and pancakes even if its 3 in the afternoon, for the kids so sometimes when I'm cooking they tell me it smells good. God she is lazy. That is why I want out of here. Hopefully we will be out of here this Tuesday. I'm complaining with all of you, just rambling on, I needed to get that off my chest. Thanks for listening.
Karina Alvarado

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