neurorehabilitationFromTheTrenches

My last article and included survey was pulled because 1/17 viewers actually took part. As such I decided that there was no way I could have received an adequate sample size to reveal anything insightful about Type A or Type B personalities; so, I pulled it, but thanks to all who took the survey I hope you will keep your score from the personality test safe, because there may be another similar survey on here in the future if my readership quadruples. Today I'll address yet another milestone I reached on this long road to recovery. I'll be starting an internship in the coming weeks, with Eon, with a view to regaining some level of employment. But that milestone is not yet reached. Instead I received this office chair , which will help me to work from home as though I was in the office. The milestone was the self assembly of the chair. I'd like to see him try to make it look that easy with one arm, and without walking ability. But I did it! Who's counting? But it too

Lynard Skynard. It's difficult to say that without thinking of Sweet Home Alabama , the great song that starred in The Forrest Gump soundtrack. It was disturbing, then, for me, to hear another of "their" songs come on in my daily youtube loop, if not entirely surprising. Simple Man is offensive in its blatant encouragement of ignorance. Now, Lynard Skynard know their audience and they can play to them in whatever way they like, but I have a problem with them using the reputation that was, in part,  built up by past members  to propagandise for anti-intellectualism. Mama told me when I was young "Come sit beside me, my only son And listen closely to what I say And if you do this it'll help you some sunny day" "Oh, take your time, don't live too fast Troubles will come and they will pass You'll find a woman and you'll find love And don't forget, son, there is someone up above" "And be a simple kind of man Oh, b

We arrived in Bad Segeberg at noon on Saturday. We had 3 hours to wait before we could check in to our hotel. So we went re exploring the Fußgängerzone and we stopped for lunch --it was really brunch, since we had skipped breakfast, so I could make a pig of myself, guilt-free. Ludwigs didn't make it on to our previous list but only just missed out. The plan of attack was a main course, followed by a dessert for myself. Both of which I enjoyed tremendously, sitting outside on a fairly summery autumnal day. We spent the night in the Vitalia beside the big Segeberg lake ---as opposed to the smaller Segeberg lake. We were sent out to a separate part of the hotel, which was a mild inconvenience for me but a chance to build on my weekend's mileage with the cane. Fortunately, we got a room high up, on the ninth floor, overlooking the large Segeberg lake, with a balcony. We had reserved a table from 7pm in Mones so, after checking in, we had some time, before our showers, to enjoy

I'm back. This should be a record breaking month in more ways than one. I'd like to talk about the issue of free will as it relates to my rehabilitation. My position is simple enough, but I'll outline it fully, so you'll know exactly where I stand. Basically, similar to all free will deniers, I don't believe that free will exists. By that I mean, we are the sum of our physical parts. My position is that we are similarly limited of mind (we, most of us, could never match the brilliance of Einstein), as we are athletically (likewise, few of us could do, with a football, what Lionel Messi does every week). For me, there is no wiggle room from that point of view. It's all physical. What I would concede is that, for most of us, the brain can be trained; but even that requires will, so childhood is the last chance to really shape your future in what we would consider a useful way. Furthermore, I equate free will non-denial with religiosity. The very idea of self

This weekend we are going to celebrate my acciversary in style. Not with a trip to Malta, we'll save that for next year, but with a night in Bad Segeberg. It will be a chance to spin around my old wheeling ground on my Dreirad. Sadly I won't get the opportunity to visit my old therapists or doctors, as it's the weekend, but I've always had a soft spot for the place, with its scenic lakes and damned decent eateries. We might move there one day. But Mones will be the highlight of our weekend. I'm looking forward very much to choosing from that fantastic menu. In other news we received a visit last weekend from Enda McKenna, who bussed it from Bremen. We met him in the city center, where we watched the rugby --- very uncharacteristically for Claire and myself --- in Paddys Irish bar . The biggest news in all this was that we made it all the way to town and back out to Bergedorf without the Rollstuhl or Dreirad. There were a few hairy moments with the cane, but that

Where does the time go? It's incredible to me that acciversary number 2 is almost upon us. Two years used to be thought of as the time, after which any Neurorehabilitation that was going to happen, will have already taken place, thankfully that idea has long since been debunked. So I'll provide an update on the three main parts of my rehabilitation. I know I said I would get one last article in, in August, but August's loss is September's gain. So, hopefully we'll get a couple of guest articles in and push for seven in September. Double Vision I have previously guesstimated that I'd have gotten rid of the eye-patch by August. That was very optimistic, so I'll pick a new D-Day for my single vision. I feel that Christmas day is as good a day as any to choose as an arbitrary date in the future. Signs are good as I have made the following, recent strides. I have added that wall mounted picture to my rotation. I'm at a point by now that double vision