Some people from a rehabilitation institute came to interview me. I was screwed up enough so that they took me away. Along the line I had relearned speech, chewing, swallowing, etc. After a few months up there they sent me home for outpatient treatment. I was on the cusp of TBI recognition and rehabilitation. Unfortunately I was on the wrong side of the wave. Most of my problems were recognized, but went untreated because there was no treatment for them accessible to me.

At that point, I was a head injured individual who slept a lot. I had a very short attention span, no short term memory and regressed about 20 years to a teenage maturity level. My right side was crippled, the speech slurred, I had double (but tunnel) vision and couldn't ambulate without help. At least I had a job and a loving environment. I still had trouble chewing gum and walking but I was improving slowly.

Here we are years later. After multiple surgeries there is one good(?) limb. Some surgeries have changed leg length, from a short left leg and a crippled right leg, to a longer left leg and a semi-crippled right leg. The physical problems are endless but better than the alternative. I am now out of work on disability and trying to adjust to retirement. I'm trying volunteering at a nearby hospital. If they can figure out what I can do, I'll do it. I just got used to being a cripple, now I have to adjust to being a geezer too.