Greetings, the future!
This is Monday 2/11 Jarrett I want to make sure I’ve enough time to finish this entry, so I’m starting early. That said, this entry will be in the form of an interview. Monday 2/11 Jarrett will ask the questions, Monday 2/18 Jarrett will answer them. Monday 2/18 Jarrett might have questions for me; I’ll not be able to hear them, so I’ll summarize my current status in hopes that it might answer one of the questions he might have. First of all, I’m doing fine; alive and well, thank you (and you’re welcome). I don’t foresee any event in the coming week that will put us in danger. After work, I’m going to go work out – chest and shoulders, as per our routine. I/you get to hang out with Q this weekend/last weekend; I haven’t made any plans yet, sorry. If there’s anything else you’d like to know, you’ll have to invent a time machine and travel back in time to ask me – I hope you don’t waste your time (aside: can one really “waste time” if one can time travel?) doing that, go to the grassy knoll in November of 1963 or to some point in the mid-to-late 90s and order yourself to ask out that one girl. As usual, I’m having trouble with rambling; this problem is compounded by the fact that I can’t think of a segue, so I’ll just do this –
Question the first – *Monday 2/11 Jarrett stares very intently at his dog and imagines that she is Monday 2/18 Jarrett *Some people who read this are not aware of your condition and why you blog about it, will you fill us in on that? What kind of a name is cavernofmymind?
“I started this blog in July of 2009 after having a hemorrhage in the Pons regíon of the brainstem (read more about that here). The cause of this unsanctioned gush of blood is /was (mine is in a lab somewhere) commonly called a “cavernoma”. Hence the title of this blog – clever, no? Soon after starting the blog I had surgery to remove the cavernoma. I had three choices at the time:
I. Remove it, live a life free from worry that it’ll bleed again.
II. Leave it alone and watch it, risk another bleed but avoid any damage that surgery might cause.
III. Use magic to make it go away.
Unfortunately, scientists haven’t invented magic yet (what do these bums do all day anyway? Don’t they realize their jobs would be much easier with magic?).
I didn’t want to worry about another bleed so I opted for the first choice. I often contemplate what I’d be like if I didn’t get surgery, but I did and I’m glad I did; I don’t want to relive the months after the bleed again (unable to walk, feed myself, barely able to talk, needles everywhere…oh wait, I just got TWO(!) shots in the foot (more info on this terrifying event can be found here)).
I continue this blog because I like to write and I like to share my TBI POV with the good people on the interwebs.”
*Monday 2/11 Jarrett nods thoughtfully at what he is sure is a very profound answer, the dog continues to sleep*
Question the two –What is life like for you now?
“I’ve had to completely overhaul my life to adapt to the residual effects of my boo-boo. It would be too easy for me to talk about how I can’t do this, I can’t do that, Barack Obama hit me on the head with a whiffle (wiffle?) ball bat. I don’t think you want to read that (I’m talking directly to you, the one with pants and a shirt! If you’re naked, stop reading and go put clothes on, please). Furthermore, I try not to think that way. I’ll just say this. “This…”
And I’ll also add that I’m happy to be alive. Aside from breathing, I also enjoy working on computers and technology (this entry is being written on a shiny new Nexus 7). I’m not as dexterous as I used to be, so my tech endeavors typically take longer, but if there’s one thing I’ve gained from this experience, it’s patience. I still have minor balance issues and my left leg doesn’t function as it should – I walk with a limp and can’t run. I’d love to be able to play tennis and run amok with my daughter, but she loves me for what I can do. She recently discovered the joy of video games – glad to share that with her.
To sum up (sup?), there are things that I can no longer do and, I’ll admit that it does get me down at times; I choose to focus on the things I can do.
Question question question – What is your outlook on the future?
*Monday 2/11 Jarrett cranes his head, curious as to how Monday 2/18 Jarrett will answer the question*
In my mind, there’s no reason to think that l won’t be able to play tennis or run amok with my kid, just might take a while. Like I said, I have oodles of patience so I can wait (what other choice do I have?) I don’t say that to sound cynical, but as a statement of cold, hard fact.”
Question 2×2 (or 2+2, or 1+3, or 8/2…) – What color shirt are you wearing?
Coincidentally, I’m wearing my blue on blue “I had brain surgery, what’s your excuse?” long sleeved tee. What shirt are you wearing?”
“Fine, be that way.”
Question 7 (err…wait *scratches head*) – Is there anything else you would like to add?
“The good people at Blogger have made it so that you can put pictures on your blog – I really like my tattoos and I want you (yes you, I am now talking to the person with lightish dark hair who likes to drink from cups), to like them too.
|This is Xipe Totec – the Aztec God of birth, death,
and rebirth. I thought that this one would be especially
meaningful for me.
Location: left shoulder blade
|This is Fry from Futurama, a show that I have always
enjoyed. The lettering reads ” That Dog Won’t
Hunt Monsignor,” from the “War is the H-Word”
episode. Location: right upper arm
I’d also like to give a shout out to someone. Some people say that I inspire them – I always like hearing that, but I’m not trying to inspire, I’m just trying to live the best way that I know how. That’s not to say that I don’t understand where they’re coming from – I feel the same way about my older sister, Jessica. You see, Jessica has a young son, Tristan, who has a congenital heart defect. Quite a bit goes into raising a child with special needs (medications, therapists, diet, etc.), Jessica makes it look easy, and you can always see the joy she has for that child in her face.
There you have it folks, seven(ish) questions to get you up to speed on the Jarrett situation. This concludes Monday 2/11 Jarrett’s contribution to a blog that hasn’t happened yet. I will let Monday 2/18 Jarrett handle the rest of the conclusion. Let’s hope that he doesn’t ramble too much, I just hate it when bloggers ramble 🙂
HEY! This is Thursday 2/14 Jarrett with important breaking newses.
News bit #1 – It’s Valentine’s Day, so happy Valentine’s Day!
News bit #2 (Tews?) – I don’t know why, (TBI, living in Texas, playing in a nuclear waste dump when I was a kid), but I’ve been experiencing some strange time anomalies. These “chrono distortions” take place during two events –
A. (I already have numbers going, I’ll employ letters to minimize confusion): I will call this one the ” 7:12 dimension”. It only exists in my parking lot. Walking through this vortex results in arriving at the car at 7:12. Let’s say I leave my apartment at 7:05, even though it only takes 30 seconds or so to get to my car, invariably it will be 7:12. There have been a few occasions that I’ve gotten in there at 7:11, but the next day I’ll get there at 7:13; the two days will average to 7:12. I remember once I was running behind – doing laundry or some such chore, I left at 7:15, sure enough, I got to the car at 7:12.
Another temporal curiosity surrounds bedtime when I have my daughter.
Without fail, it will be 9:30 lights go out. I can start the bedtime routine at seven (bath, brush teeth, snack, etc.), but the clock will still say 9:30 when we go to bed. I can start their routine at 9:20 – same result. I’m pretty sure that if I start the routine at 9:30, will be in bed at around 9:30.
News bit #3 – A more thorough explanation of why I am so meticulous about saving time: We can divide spare time into chores and “happy fun time”. That extra 10 minutes will be subtracted from…I’m going to go ahead and stop here. I sound SUPER crazy! If I continue I’ll just sound SUPER crazier. Suffice it to say that I view time as precious and I’m willing to go to ludicrous lengths to save whatever time I can. For instance, there will be several occasions throughout my morning routine where I reach for a drink of sweet, sweet java and stop and say to myself I haven’t got enough time to take a drink. Most of the time I tell myself to shutup and take a drink. However, there have been plenty of occasions where I have indeed agreed that I don’t have time for a f’n drink!
I’m embarrassed now, I stop.