Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Man with a limited range


I had it all envisioned. Later, in a distant future, when arthritis and asthma would prevent me from any active vacations, I would book myself a hotelroom on the bank of some Swiss or Italian lake. I would sit in the garden, overlooking the lake and the mountains, read a book, and drinks would be brought to me in my deck chair. When it would rain, I'd sit in the spacious lobby, and have interesting talks with people far more interesting than me. Every now and then I'd stroll along the waterfront to the center of town to look at the shops and have coffee at a cafe. No organized trips for me, but just the soothing relaxation of quiet days in in a lovely scenery.

Then it is 2014. And I am suddenly confronted with situation where my days and life are cut in half. No activity, no walks, not the usual 24 hours days divided in 8 hours of sleep and 16 hours of whatever else, but predominantly making a living. Only working for a few hours every day. Not being able to drive more than 1.5 or 2 hours at the most. Hardly any social life during evenings. Can't bare fast and loud speaking voices, can't cope with fast moving objects or images. My range is limited. I feel like driving an electric vehicle, not knowing if you have enough juice to reach your destination, if you can recharge and how long that will take you. In short, post concussion syndrome (PCS), a mild form of traumatic brain injury (TBI), all a result of a silly collision with a door post last April. I do not want to dramatize things here. There are people who suffer far more from TBI. But it more or less turned my working and social life upside down. Good days and bad days follow each other and there's just little noticeable progress the past few months.