While I have been popping in from time to time, today was the official Back to Work day. A few conference calls and loads of emails later I think I’ll call it a day.
So last week, I learned that while I might be going “back to work”* next week, there are still a few formalities to address. The most significant issue to address is the neuropsychiatric examination.
“What in the world is a neuropsychiatric examination?” you ask…
This is the kind of thing that’s performed when there’s a question of whether somebody in sane or not – or if there are some deficits that they need to work on. Just because I’ve endured and lived through a Traumatic Brain Injury, it doesn’t mean the rest of the world has any confidence in my actual abilities.
Generally, a PSE starts with an interview to see what you’ve done in life, your profession, education, certifications–what is it that you’ve done (or what you think you’ve done) up until then.
Then they dive in with question. Lots of questions. There may be a classic IQ-type test (which I’ve done several of lately) or similar, or practical testing of judgement and higher processing capabilities: a driving test for example. And more. Many hours worth.
So, now I wait.
Or, rather, I wait until there’s a test scheduled.
Then I wait until the test day.
Then I summon all of the mental strength I can and participate and absorb everything I can from the experience.
I still have some fight in me – and I’m not giving up on anything.
*Back to work; part time initially – for a few months – but nowhere near the 70-hours per week I was doing previously. I don’t have the mental focus to sustain that.
On the plus side: my double vision, while still double-ish, has greatly lessenend today. Or, to put another way, it’s still double, but not for long. I can realign my vision, mostly, and end up with a single view.
So, what’s the negative? My hearing—everything is overdriven. Badly.
Oh, and some peripheral neuropathy — or whatever it is that’s making my legs feel like they have the sensation of freezing, while at the same time they’re hot to the touch. That’s maddening.
So, vision is on its way to normal. Hearing is sort of becoming normal-ish. Can’t tell temperature at all.
Oh: and the camera -did- see the incident. I have the film. It’ll need some editing to make it meaningful. When I’m awake. Or, at least, when I have time.
Somebody asked, if I was installing surveillance cameras, surely there was video of the event—no?
I’ll see what I can find.
3 January — Odin’s 9th birthday: I vaguely recall he crawled up on the bed for a hug. Very, very vaguely.
He handled this all incredibly well.
My memory of conversations from this particular day is now little more than dream-like; no organization or substance. No order or details. I’m told I was “awake” for a short while — an hour or so.
While I’m told this particular day was a milestone of sorts for me, it wasn’t ‘til I was fully awake about two or three days later that I realized this was his birthday.