Mara didn’t really pay me much attention before the accident. Then, at 4:30 AM, a week after she returned home from hospital, she scribbled in her notebook I want my brain back.
Vindication! Never mind the Although, also, secret, I think it’s all too much. Her words were gold.
I was not, as she correctly ascertained, completely there. After a hit and a bleed (technically referred to as a traumatic subarachnoid haemorrhage), I needed rest and rehab. As it turned out, I also needed Mara to need me.
Seven weeks later, Mara started writing again. But compressing her bicycle accident and recovery story into one short piece remained elusive.
Enter, moi! Or, rather, Mara, having another of her many post-accident epiphanies, decided that the name for her seven-years-in-the-making blog could be Postcards From My Brain, and that I should author the first post.
Welcome to Mara’s brain. [MG edit: Um, hello. That should definitely read “blog” not “brain!”]
To be fair, Mara’s had enough to do just dealing with me. I might as well save her some time.
Ah, time. That precious commodity. Who knew you could almost lose it all in an instant? Or that you need so much just to buy back what you had?
After Mara completed the Buffalo Concussion Treadmill Test, she was started in on a five-days-a-week cardiovascular program.
“You have to get blood and oxygen to the brain,” said Dizzio, the concussion guru. “You have to build up activity to enlarge your gas tank.”
A few weeks later Mara started running.
That took care of body and brain. This might be considered food for the soul.