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Brain Damage

The past few years have represented some significant changes in my life, particularly with respect to my health and wellbeing. Between car accidents, alcohol abuse and a tonic clonic seizure due to alcohol withdrawal… I’ve had more run-ins with our fantastic health care system than I would like. 

I had been abusing alcohol for a while; exactly when it went from semi-casual consumption to out-of-control alcoholism, I can’t really say. However it had obviously been long enough that, when I decided to take a break from booze, I had a withdrawal seizure less than 36 hours later. Regardless of how long the road was, the destination was the same and the facts are irrefutable. 

With the seizure, I experienced a posterior dislocation of my left shoulder and I am quite certain that I also anteriorly dislocated my right shoulder which subsequently popped back in. My shoulder being in a funky sling for a few months was the primary thing that I had to deal with but the long term effects of that dislocation continue to nag me. I am plagued with pain and have to be careful about what I lift and how I lift them. But the most significant and disturbing change that I have noticed since going sober is with respect to my brain. The first things that I can recognize as having changed are my memory, my ability to process information and being able to focus.

I often have trouble remembering the specifics of events or, sometimes, entire events themselves. There are times where I can recall the memory if someone reminds me of a few key parts of it however there are an equal number of times where recollection is just not possible. It’s gone. In addition to memory, being able to process information has been impacted. Being able to take a situation and break it down in my head, figure out the important facts and then extrapolate or apply that to other situations is much more difficult now. Then throw in the struggle associated with staying on task? It’s kind of difficult to know exactly what I’m going to be like from one day to the next. 

I also find that my judgment is questionable at times. I think that’s related to my aforementioned issue of difficulty in processing information… the faster I have to make a decision, the more likely it will be that the answer should be highly suspect. 

From what I’ve been able to read, both alcoholism and seizures will cause some level of damage to the brain. So, it’s really difficult to say how much I had done to myself before the seizure and how much damage was directly related to the seizure. I feel like I don’t really have a solid connection to the person I was before the seizure and the alcoholic blur my life was before it so I can’t really tell when the degradation of who I am started.

Immediately after my seizure, I attended a week-long session about substance abuse recovery and took away a lot of lessons… of particular note were the recommendations to start taking a vitamin B complex. Alcohol decimates vitamin B levels in your body and brain and, considering how important vitamin B is to the body, I felt that I needed to try to limit the damage and maybe try to feed my brain again. Maybe a case of ‘too little, too late’ but I’m not giving up hope.
My emotional state? It’s related but… I think that’s maybe best saved for another post at another date.

The End Is The Beginning Is The End

Writing is hard.

Well, for me, I always try to write honestly and on a subject that I know something about; writing becomes hard when I’m trying to force it.

I have always believed that there is so much that can be learned about the present and the future by studying the past. It helps to know where you once were to understand where you should be going… where you need to be going. This is why I am doing this, writing about myself so that I can try to avoid making some of the same choices that got me to where I was.

From what I can remember; I used to spend a lot of time trying to forget… to ignore that a person even lived inside this skin. I drank a lot; I lived like escaping into the bottle was committing some kind of poetic, slow suicide. It was the most cowardly method and it seemed appropriate for a coward; a passive allowance with no heady commitment that comes with a firearm or a blade.

Are there a lot of insights that I can take away from what I can remember? I’m really not sure. I’ll keep writing and I guess we’ll see.

The process of addiction is generally a long one and rarely can one moment along that journey be identified as a watershed moment, changing every other moment that happens after it. In contrast, initiating the process of recovery is often the exact opposite. Often, one single moment will tip the balance toward recognition that there is a problem and that something needs to be done about it. Maybe it’s losing your job. Maybe it’s having your husband or wife leave you. Maybe it’s being arrested by the police. Maybe it’s suffering an overdose.

Right at this moment, I accept that when it comes to substance abuse, sometimes it doesn’t matter where you were. Sometimes, what matters is that you acknowledge that you can’t go back there ever again. It’s knowing that every minute of every hour of every day going forward is a battle. It’s choosing to be stronger than the you from before. It’s choosing to go to war against something that wants to destroy you.

Back To The Grind

Today was my second day back at work; my first day back in the office was so tiring that I ended up in bed at 8:30 pm and I was only there for about 6 ½ hours. 

It was very mentally stimulating though because I was asked many, many, many times what happened and how I’m doing etc. Being ‘on‘ and engaging was mentally tiring and then traveling to the clinic to find out the results of my MRI didn’t do me any favours either. 

The good news of the day yesterday was that surgery on my shoulder is not required. Two more weeks of wearing this brace and then 2+ months of physiotherapy and I’ll be tip-top. My rotator cuff was not torn and the bone fracture in my socket (I don’t know the technical term of where the fracture is) apparently looks like it hasn’t changed or grown larger and should heal on its own. 

Today, I started doing a lot more work. I should maybe be a lot more tired than I am but I think that, in a way, the work was less stressful and helped me to be ‘off‘ a little. I am also re-learning my job since I was relatively new to the position before having my seizure and was then on Short Term Disability for a month. 

My biggest point of contention is that I’m now a one-handed typist. Specifically, a one-finger typist and I was a relatively adept typist with two hands. Now, I’m ridiculously slow and it pisses me off. 

Both yesterday and today were challenging though. I wanted a drink at the end of the day… not a real hardcore craving but just the feeling that a drink would be nice to relax. Regardless, the feeling was fleeting and I maintained my sobriety. It’s been 30 days since my last drink and I’m feeling proud of that and it’s something I want to maintain. 

This is reading to be a very short, disjointed collection of anecdotes rather than some kind of proper blog posting. I think this is a signal that I’m maybe more tired than I thought. Time for me to close this off before I crater completely. 

28 Days Later

  

So I’ve officially been sober for 28 days. I mean, I’m less than an hour away from a full-on technical 28 days but I’m not one to quibble about it at this point. Unless some booze deity appears from the netherworld and starts funnelling alcohol into my gullet before midnight… I think I’m pretty safe. 

I will be returning to work tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to all of the questions and everything that happened the last time everyone saw me when I was a seizing disaster. But it is what it is, my crew is pretty tight and they were all legitimately concerned for me. So it will all be good; basically, I won’t be getting anything done tomorrow and that’s an ok way to ease back into it. Plus, I’m approved to return on reduced hours if need be. 

My biggest concern is that this will be the first real test of my sobriety. I feel strong now and haven’t been challenged too much. Once work stress enters the picture, will that make a difference? Will my resolve hold? I haven’t done all of my homework that I should have but I feel like I have it together. 

Also, I’m looking forward to finding out that the results of my MRI tomorrow. I would love to never have to wear this massive brace ever again. If it’s surgery, that dream is gone.

Anyway, I bid you good evening. And I apologize for luring you in with the false hopes of zombies. Had to be done. 

Idle Hands Are The Devil’s Workshop 

I’ve been keeping busy today. I have been cleaning, doing dishes, getting some laundry done. I’ve also been watching TV in between my duties. Plenty of dinosaur programming on the National Geographic channel followed by my first exposure to AMC’s new show Into The Badlands (which is pretty solid, by the way) and now for the all-time classic, Predator, starring Arnold Shwarzenegger.

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I’ve had no cravings for booze either but feeling some lingering pain and ache in my left arm from the shoulder all way to my forearm. The pain is significantly less than it was when I first put it out but the locations and depths of the pain have me concerned that this may require a little more than just physiotherapy. We’ll see on Monday though. That’s my appointment to discuss the results of the MRI.

Today is Day 27.

Ten Days Sober

I’ve finished ten days of sobriety. Admittedly, I’m an alcoholic and it took a 36+ hour bender followed by a withdrawal seizure where I dislocated my arm in the process to commit me to sobriety. Granted, I’m off work right now on short term disability however things have been going well on my recovery. Going back to work will be the real test of my fortitude but, at this moment, I feel liberated. I feel like I’ve cast off the shackles that alcoholism has clasped around my ankles and wrists. It feels really positive.