Yes, alcohol can help cause a significant number of Acquired Brain Injuries, but it’s the person who uses it, not the store. The store, brand new this year, is fully accessible, a far cry from the previous location.
The old store was, by technicality, accessible - but it was by no means so.
The new store is fully accessible.
The door opens, widely, through which I'm able to drive my scooter straight in.
Not only can I drive all through the store to choose what I'd like, I'm able to pay for it, easily.
Brain injuries only exist in only two ways: Penetrating, or closed. Basically, and it’s self-explanatory, either something goes through your skin and skull, or your brain is shaken, and hits your skull.
While penetrating is exciting-sounding, such as getting shot, having a harpoon go in, or something equally exotic, they’re few and far between. The closed injuries are more complicated, and far more prevalent. There’s a type of injury that’s a gazillion times more prevalent than the others, so I’ll simply mention them: epidural hematomas, subdural hematomas, and cerebral aneurysm.
Concussions are so common, and misunderstood, such that President Trump said ‘Uh oh, got a little ding on the head?’when asked about concussions in football.
Yeah, that’s real tough talk. For years, researchers have worked to show the serious consequences of those “dings” Trump dismisses (with his signature bullying sarcasm). “Concussion. Oh, oh!” — the science has found that the cumulative effects of all those dings can be deadly. In March, the NFL acknowledged a link between playing football and chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE), a degenerative brain disease. CTE symptoms include depression, memory loss and aggressive behaviour: several NFL players who committed suicide,
C’mon Trump, get serious. You’re in charge of the USA, and dismissing such a serious thing as a concussion as “a ding on the head” is an error, of galactic proportions.
Yes, being disabled can be a challenge. While it started as something awful, so bad that I actually hated myself for a little while, but I don’t know what it was, but I changed my view. I was looking at the “old me”, and the fact that the “new me” wasn’t it, I felt a failure. The week before the crash, I did a triathlon. The month before, I biked to Kingston in The Rideau Lakes. I was a member of Soldiers of Fitness, a military-style boot camp for fitness, and because of it, I was able to. I completed 5 additional triathlons, and ran 4 or 5 half-marathons. I looked at what I became, comparing it to the former me, and hated it. Then, Never Stop was born.
I’ve slipped, more than once, in thinking bad things about myself, to the point where I downright hated myself. However, a friend said that when I get that way, that I’m effectively a hypocrite, by not practicing what I preach. But, the feelings of wanting (no, needing) succeed helped me to see the light. I didn’t know it at the time that I thought it, but in hindsight, that’s the power of my inside-drive. I still fight the inside-voice, often, that tells me that I’m either mostly useless, or something like that. It’s hard to fight, because it not only says it, but I feel it.
However, being visibly-disabled is definitely superior to invisible. A friend of mine, who suffered an injury, is able to qualify for a parking pass. He might forget where he’d parked his car, but he’d never use one alone, under any circumstances, because his injury is completely invisible. When I’m shopping, at any time, I’m offered help. If something is high up, and I’m looking at it, within a matter of seconds someone offers.
I’ve given myself a goal, and that’s to write in here every month, twice. I’m going to try to publish on the 1st and the 15th of the month, because I’ll have been working on it (likely a lot, before), and all that’s needed is to click “go”.
However, until I get going, I honestly don’t know what people would want to read. Then again, I’ve heard that it’s not what people would want read that I should write, but what I want to say. Then, if people choose to read, it’s great, and if they don’t, it’s their loss.
However, I’m still faced with the challenge, because I’ve always been someone who had too much to say, but when faced with the need to think of something to type, I simply can’t!
But, I’ll write something, about brain injury in some way, to see if that gets the brain-juices flowing.
I’m posting this image, saying to fuel your passion, and with what you’ll read here, you’ll soon understand that this is mine. However, while what I’ll think of is what I think people would want hear, I’m not sure! Every post has a way for you to submit a response, and I’m asking you to!