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Autonomie

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As promised, here is my review of the wonderful establishment, that is  Autonomie Therapiezentrum Aschaffenburg .  I have it on good authority that their website will be updated soon. I made it home on Friday with the help of Claire's brother, Jack. This was my second 2-week period of neuro-rehabilitation there, and it won't be my last, here's why: They offer an intensive neuro-rehabilitation program, consisting of Logopädie (speech, in my case), Ergotherapie (equivalent to occupational therapy), and, of course, Physiotherapie. All this therapy occurs, for the most part, with the aid of  'cutting-edge' technology, with an emphasis on the brain. So, the clientele include patients with neurological conditions, such as Stroke, Parkinsons and TBI. The practice is staffed with young, enthusiastic people, complete with murals such as the following on the wall. Thanks to therapy that focused on my breathing, while talking, the logopaedie helped me to make gain

Neurorehabilitation From The Trenches: Whatever It Takes

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Greetings from Aschaffenburg. That’s where Autonomie is, and so where I am, following the first week of my second round of intensive therapies. Expect a full review, later this week, as soon as I get a few pictures, of this wonderful facility. That’s the song DKV, my health insurer, employs to pacify their customers, while they’re on hold. Claire has spent several hours, since September 2017, listening to this. In my case, it’s very apt. When Dr Ottes first recommended Autonomie, last summer, I was still a bit delusional about my prognosis, half expecting to be skipping out of there after two weeks; I think I even enquired about that very likelihood during my initial consultation, prior to starting with them last time. The thing about neurorehabilitation is that it requires complete dedication; the willingness to do whatever it takes. I count myself very lucky to have Claire on my team, as I would have given up by now, if left to my own devices, and resigned myself to a comfortabl

Why Zebras Don’t Get Ulcers

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I finally got finished reading Professor Robert Sapolsky’s first book . I’ve been reading it for over a month. This was down to my slowed processing, but also because, about half way through it, I decided to use the process of reading the book as training for the return of my single-vision, by removing the eye patch during reading. It was a triumph for my vision but also my education. This is more science than we saw with the Baboons in A Primates Memoir, but don’t be put-off, it’s every bit as engaging, which would be expected from this fellow; the cover of the book brags of him, the following compliment, from no less of a man than Oliver Sacks CBE FRCP, “one of the best scientist-writers of our time”, and, based on my experience, I’ve no reason to suspect even a slight exaggeration. I’ll say this for him, only Professor Richard Dawkins had less noticeable, grammatical errors. I only noticed one in the two books I’ve read of his, so far, but that’s perhaps down to good editor