My puppy brain

It was already a snowstorm up there, in my brain, as we drove out to Mennonite country for the second day in a row. By snowstorm, I mean a jumble of thoughts I couldn’t control. A sense of panic. The “your brain’s like a snow globe” concept that Dr. Bicycle had referred to so many … Continue reading My puppy brain


On breath and meaning

“You went back to work for two days,” says the neuropsychiatrist, flipping through my chart. “Then you got C-difficile. Are you well now?” It’s my six-month check-in at the Traumatic Brain Injury clinic. Everything is now marked against that trial return-to-work and those subsequent days of being sick. There’s before, with the various proposed back-to-work … Continue reading On breath and meaning