Sitting On A Fence—Who Am I?!(My Story) Part 1

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Part 1
Sitting / standing on a fence. That is how I feel when I think about my life(before / after).

I decided this was looking a bit long winded, so I’m dividing things into manageable parts. I’m trying to just hit the important highlights, but sometimes I fell like more explanation is needed. Sorry if I drone at times.

A Little background….

In my first few years of life(when I was about 2 1/2years old) I was in a car accident w/ my Father. I survived, but I spent 2 1/2 weeks in coma I had to relearn everything I had learned up to that point in my life.

Doctor’s told my parents that I had a dead(shows as a black area on MRI’s and such)spot in my brain, that would never heal. My parent’s were then told that other areas of my brain should compensate for most of the loss, but that I would never play the piano(UHHH).

When I was a teenager I stumbled upon some picture of me after I had awoke from the coma. There was an extraordinary amount of bruising on my head, and my eye area was extremely swollen. In the photos my head was almost completely dark purple and green(the way bruises look when healing).

Unexpectedly seeing these photos gave me nightmares. I could not remember anything about this event, butI had nightmares just the same. I never found the photos again. My Mother must have found out that I was having nightmares and must have hid the photos so I could not see them again.

I never really gave the damage much thought as I grew up. I guess that is partly a kid thing.

Now a days I wonder if the injury has affected me in ways I could not consider until old enough to understand things better.

I know it sounds weird, but in the past(still adult years) and even now I often feel like I think backwards from most people. I can’t explain what I mean, but I can say I notice a difference in my thinking(from others’)when shooting pool and backing up a car for instance.

 

If interested come back for the next part in about a week.

Sitting On A Fence—Who Am I?!(My Story)—Part 2

Sitting On A Fence—Who Am I?!—Part 3

Sitting On A Fence—Who Am I?!(My Story) Part 4

I ❤️ love to hear your thoughts so feel free leave a comment.

AS ALWAYS KEEP ON CRAFTING & LOVIN’ EVERY MINUTE! NO MATTER WHAT YOUR STYLE!…WHILE YOU AT IT ENJOY ANY WRITING OR OTHER PROJECTS YOU LOVE!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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