When Will They Learn?
We can transplant a kidney.
Metal bars in my cousin's leg at one time.
A new liver - no problem.
Heart & Lungs are transplantable, eh...
Gender corrections or manipulations anyone?
Yet, no-one can transplant a brain.
When you can...
Call me please...
+1 (613) 366-8600
I need a new one!
~
In memory of...
The primary objective of psychiatric and psychological departments from hospital rehabilitation centres' brain injury units is to determine whether or not a victimised patient is a threat to the community at large or a threat to himself or herself personally.
Failure is not a good option.
~
"Anxiety's Bridge"
Cars under me?
Not the way to die!
2018
"Walk-ABI-Thon"
I can't remember exactly.
It probably was sometime after my Hyperbaric Oxygen Chamber.
I guess during autumn of 2018.
I was off to see one of my boys play a nice Nepean Hockey game at Bell Arena.
The hospital taught me how to take the bus when I was an inpatient and an outpatient.
*-*
As long as I look inside the bus and not outside.
I shan't get dizzy and pass out.
Thank you Una.
So off I went.
Got me an OC day-pass.
And next thing I know.
I'm watching a game.
The walk was nice through the park.
Tough getting up the hill though.
He shoots, he scores.
Nice game.
The problem was the way back.
I missed my bus.
So, I started walking more toward the next bus stop.
Only to miss the bus again.
By this time, I was near Richmond Bridge at Veteran Memorial Highway.
I walked some more.
I started to cross the bridge. Then... All of a sudden...
I want OFF this bridge!!!
Why are so many cars beneath my feet frantically going from thither to hither and then beyond?
I'm going to JUMP!!!
^-^flash^-^
I thought of...
^- Mawt Trood -^
Not the way to die!
So, I walked some more.
As quickly as I could.
I walked. I walked. I walked.
I ended at IKEA.
I found a bus finally.
Got to the apartment...
&
!!!CRASHED!!!
Yet, I had to get better.
I was in so much pain though.
Really... Truthfully... Sincerely...
All I could do was focus on getting a block away.
Off to a different place, the Ottawa Chiropractic Heath Clinic & Physiotherapy.
I should be in good hands. I always hoped to be.
Because for 5 days I was practically bed-ridden.
eat... sleep... potty... sleep... eat
Wow!
Yet, I began to walk more.
Things were moving differently.
So, I planned more walks.
As if to train...
Block by block...
Journey by journey...
Like the old-days...
Bicycling through France...
My
"Walk-ABI-Thon"
thank you