travel after brain injury
Flying High
Here I sit in the U.S. at my computer, yesterday my thoughts were on Ghana, today, I dream of Haiti. I researched weaving in Morocco and the Philippines, and studied embroidery in Thailand and India. In Scotland, I learnt about kilt hose, and in Panama I found molas, the colorful reverse applique of the Kuna … Read more
Oh Well
She smiled. “So, when’s your next trip?” I thought for a brief moment. “Well, I’m going to Israel next week—it’s our spring break…” She nodded. I thought some more. “And a the end of May, I’m off to New York for the Book Expo America. You know… for the book…” I grinned, a tad embarrassed. … Read more
Zap
“I’m phoning from the Epilepsy Monitoring Unit.” I gulped and sat up. The scheduler continued in her cheery voice, “It’ll be a three to five day stay in hospital.” Yikes! Three to five days!? At my neurologist’s office they said one to three days, and given my history, they were sure it would only be … Read more
Permission
Two days after I got back from a grueling trip, and the bloody brain had yet to lash out. I always found myself in trouble within a day of returning from a trip, no matter what. I knew it was a matter of time. But two whole days, and nothing? That was a first. Could … Read more
Caught Up
Two plus hours in the midday sun in Israel. Phone calls, phone calls, phone calls. Chit chatting. Chit chatting. Phone calls and more phone calls. Walking in the heat of a hot hot day. Shelves and shelves of colored produce. The hot sun beating down. Phone calls. And finally the meltdown. A meltdown like … Read more