…but what do you DO?

While I’ve spent pretty much the entirety of the last five or six months recovering and coping with my severe TBI, I sometimes have questions from people, “…but what do you do for a living?”

[I was a Principal Operations Engineer for Pearson. We were pioneering a legacy integration with an established containerization concept with modern/updated technologies like Linux, Docker, Kubernetes, and AWS. There are others of course. And I’d love to talk about the visions we’d had for the future of learning.

In fact, there’s also a Kubernetes case study outlining the figures of how we’ve integrated the Kubernetes orchestration concepts. Give it a read over if you’re curious about where we were.

While I was a principal engineer and lead site reliability engineer, I’m now an architect overseeing the same project sharing the responsibility with Ben, trying to bring our visions into clearer focus for ourselves, our team, Pearson, and the world.] [why the redaction, 2022-06-18]

Frustration N+x

I go out in public every now and again — increasingly in the last few days. One thing I’ve noticed is that either people are more attracted to me in general; or I’ve become more approachable. Or society itself has changed.

The really frustrating thing is that I haven’t the outward appearance of anyone who’s ill or injured or infirm. I look exactly as I always have. No, it’s not my responsibility to explain to everyone; people will need to learn that not everyone looks like their expectations.

TBI Challenge The n-th

Hearing issues.

Not hearing loss, mind you. But sensitivity to sound along with the inability to distinguish direction of certain sounds.

When I awoke, my hearing was simply gone, which was easy to explain. I couldn’t hear. People understood that.

Yes, it was problem enough. And in a few weeks it became manageable for a time while the problem evolved.

Somewhat later–a few days or weeks–it shifted to the point that I could perceive sounds. I think I then likened it to sounds being somewhat overdriven. The perception was that certain frequencies might be overdriven and yet others were normal, yet difficult to perceive because they’re bracketed by things overdriven.  This, of course, increases difficulty in consciously (subconsciously?) separating sounds for comprehension.

I still lack the ability to readily discern the origin of sounds. Yes, I know the birds are chirping. Yes, I know it’s in the direction of outside. Yes, I know there are loads of them.

But nearby voices, that I know to be at conversational distances, aren’t clear –  drowned out entirely by by background sounds of hundreds of birds, or loads of neighbor dogs barking, or passing trucks and machinery.

This isn’t a problem with my ears.

Not at all – the problem started, both left and right, as I recall – simultaneously. And I was effectively unconscious at the time.

This is a brain problem with interpretation of input data; it’s absolutely not an issue with the inner, middle, or outer ear.

The Great Fall

The Great Fall

So, what happened to me? Why do I slur my speech?

Watching myself hit the ground, knowing how high above the ground I was, I’m wondering why I’m not dead.

Not in the video, until much later when somebody tricked the exposure on the camera: the safety glasses I used, as I insist on wearing them, while using the drill. Norm Abram would be proud.

The drill? Died in the fall.

Well, That’s Insulting

The camera controller that I was installing — the very same one with which I was working on that fateful night that I took my nearly fatal, forever life-changing fall — has stopped working.

Dare I say, it’s crashed spectacularly.

No video output over HDMI. Nothing responding on the network.

Oddly, it’s not even reporting the same MAC address. It’s close, matching the label affixed to the underside, but the last two bytes that appeaer on the network when it’s powered on don’t match.

So far it’s a camera system that’s cost about $175,025* in medical bills… plus the forever lost wages, and another $325 for the entirely unusable unit.

* I’m told my estimate above was far too low. It’s closer to $250K.