neurorehabilitationFromTheTrenches

I would like to wish you all, on behalf of Claire and myself, a super xmas and break from work. I have decided to right a wrong that I perpetrated . Gradualism is the correct noun for gradual. This correction is very timely indeed, as it arrives as I'm enjoying the fruits of a particular skill's gradual return. Logopaedie (simplified) is the therapy that is concerned with the journey of anything to/from one's mouth to/from their stomach. These include words and food, so it's pretty important, especially in the neurological context. The new skill that I have reacquired is gargling, which encompasses most of what must be the essence of what logopaedie is all about. This fills me with hope and wonder, as I marvel at the wonderfully complex piece of machinery that is the brain. My confidence is restored in the fact that I will one day be restored to something similar to my former self. I tried, many times, to gargle mouth wash over these past 15 months, or at leas

This is a public service announcement. Calling on all ableds between the ages of 7 and 80. Refrain, please, from using an elevator gratuitously. The most irritating thing for disabled people has to be the inability to use an elevator that is not usable in a timely fashion because it is overly relied upon by masses of perfectly able people. In my past life I never took an elevator to switch floors, provided it was going up, or down, one floor. Having witnessed, first-hand, the abuse of this modern convenience, from a disabled person's point-of-view, I will commit to pushing out my acceptable stair-climbing barrier to two floors. As this is intended as a public service announcement, I will share this on a variety of social media forums and I'd urge you all to do likewise. I have identified two different possibilities for improvements. In my last klinik in Bad Segeberg, there was a typical elevator system of 3 parallel lift shafts and 6 floors. To call a lift, one had to simply

It has been simply wonderful living at home these past 3 weeks, not least because my out-patient care is going swimmingly in Reha Hamburg. My days consist of personal training and supervised training, all mixed with life training, a.k.a living at home. My alarm goes off at 5am. Claire and I get showered and ready then we eat some breakfast and chat about our day. I hired a lady, Jenny, to collect me in the mornings and bring me to my therapies. Typically, Jenny picks me up at 07:15am, so that gives Claire some time to guide me down the 3 flights of stairs and into my waiting wheelchair. An hour is the approximate travel time to Reha Hamburg from Bergedorf. My therapies usually start around 09:00 (24 hour clock) and they are, as my new neurologist would say, a natural step-up from what I had been doing in Bad Segeberg. As well as the consistantly excellent therapies; I have group sessions in the very well equipped, and physiotherapist-supervised, gym; plus, I get solid advice on what