This morning the difference between short- and long-term memories was made clear to me. My brother asked me if I knew the addresses of our houses that we grew up in, that we moved out of in something like 1978, and 1985. There are days sometimes that while I’m able to remember what I had for breakfast three days ago because it was special, but I’m not able to remember what I had that morning. When my brother asked me that, I was almost instantly able to summon the memory of 2039 Gatineau View, and 551 Buchanan. The power of memory is pretty amazing.
I learned some history about brain injury charities, it’s both pretty cool, and mind-numbing. In the 80s when Robin Easey was shot (1984) , there wasn’t anything in existence to support victims like him. What his wife heard was that it wouldn’t be surprising if she simply left. However, Glennis Easey isn’t someone to take the easy way out, at all. Not only did she say with the man to whom she married, but she founded The Wings of Phoenix. It began in 2001, and is dedicated to providing team based brain injury rehabilitation for persons with an acquired brain injury (sports related injury, fall, stroke, aneurysm, anoxia, etc).
I’m not sure, but I think that the name is from the phoenix, an entity who rises both brighter, and stronger, after it’s thought to be at an end.
I know that concussions are acquired brain injuries, but they’ve been in the press so much, for so long, that even knowing the science, I still think of them as less damage. I guess that what’s at fault for that is the sheer insanity of its prevalence, it’s so much so that I guess that I’m used to hearing the word, and don’t equate the injury to what it is.
I’ve heard, over and over again, that the brain is a muscle, but the more that I talk to people, the more that I’m understanding that. I’m constantly using my brain, in every respect, not relying on technology as much as I used to, and it’s shown to me that that’s working. I’m able to remember things off-hand that undamaged people don’t, and more easily remember things than others. I’m not boasting, but it’s true that it’s muscle. There are some times where I think that “they” made a mistake on my x-ray, or whatever, and my injury isn’t nearly as bad as “they” reported it to be.
Today marks a significant achievement in my books, pun notwithstanding. Today I woke up thinking about the blog, what I’m going to write, and that was without any reminders for it. I’ve successfully transitioned it from my short- into long-term memory, and self-reminding myself about it. However, with the success comes the realization that I need to have an idea of what to write about. I’m not going to start to write about the walk, yet, and unsure of what to write about. If you’re reading this, maybe share with me a suggestion of what I could write about? This was the issue that stopped me before, the lack of what I think are interesting topics. I didn’t think that people would care, which I’ve learned isn’t the way to blog (caring what others think), but I cared that it was an entry that didn’t have a point.
I’ve decided that my lack of motivation is going to stop. I’d had this blog for a few years now, always wanted to write in it, but never really did. It’s the ultimate coulda/woulda/shoulda thing, where I see it, regret not having done it, and promise to do better. However, today I am going to do better. I’m not sure what I’ll write, but that’s not the point. The point of it is to write something, and over time, the point of it all will emerge.