Monday, March 21, 2011

Phase Two: Rehabilitation.

Where to Start?

I’ve thought long and hard on how to put the next nine months in any semblance of order.  First, like the previous month, my memory of events is, at best, sporadic.  Luckily though I have some notes.  Yes, that is right, I actually kept a bunch of notes that I took while in different segments of my rehab and, of course, the mounds of homework we were assigned.  So now I can, at my leisure, read them again and…, try to make sense out of the situation.  But to start at the beginning of this phase of my life I will skip to the end and cut and paste part of a thank you letter and, an apology of sorts that I wrote to Julie, the woman who was, more or less, head of the cognitive rehabilitation section of my treatment schedule. 
I first arrived at the Kessler Institute as an outpatient in the second week of January 2008 which was, roughly speaking, a week or so after I was discharged from the Rehabilitation Institute.  I had no idea what was really about to happen.  I did have an understanding that physical therapy was on order and that I knew I was in need of.  At the time it was hard for me to walk fast without fear of falling.  I still had no inclination to climb stairs and the left side of my body was very, very stiff, especially in the left shoulder area (and neck).  I did not know what occupational therapy was, or that I was being scheduled in, but the most difficult exposure for me was going to be ‘quality’ time with a very young woman (Erin) who was going to help me …, what?  Talk again?  I had no idea, and how could someone with my background be forced to sit with what appeared to me to be a teenager so that the youngster could grade my progress.  Boy was I pissed off…, I looked across the hallway and there was a group of adults seemingly having an interesting discussion on something (anything) but I was sitting down in a room with this young girl who was telling me how to… I’ll let the ‘apology’ letter take it from here.  This letter was written in late July of 2008, just a few weeks before my discharge from the rehab program…, so now I have to wonder, did I write it to make sure they let me go?  Anyway, have a look, and let me know what you think.

Dear Julie,
It is always hard for someone laden with (or is that dominated by) male ego to put the appropriate words upon the parchment.  But herein is my effort. 
I want (need) to thank the entire Institute, those that I came into direct contact with (some of whose names I can actually remember) and the rest of the organization that has put such an effective team in place.
First I must tell you how sorry I am for any behavior I may have exhibited towards Erin, for any angst I may have caused her.  Of course it is my fault, not hers, and on many days I attempted to gather enough courage to apologize to her in person, but for various reasons (cowardice being number one) I chickened out.  My case was placed on her desk well before my cortex had a chance to re-assimilate in the direction of reality, and without the buffer zone in place it is hard for someone with an ego as large as mine to behave appropriately.
Julie, as I remember from our first tête-à-tête (this I do remember), Erin wasn’t the only one I pissed off.  You did the right thing and gave me a piece of your mind and that, of course, helped me figure out a new game plan; A plan to help me survive in the ‘Brave New World’ in which I existed.  But seriously, you are a bit older than Erin, so you had a good, better, experienced response to someone in my state.
In the early days, I had the most success with those who were not challenging me to re-establish my cognitive processes.  PT was, in my mind at the time, the most important issue and therefore my time there was very important.  That is why I want to thank John and Aaron and Cindy and Leigh and the blond girl who I had most often but can never remember her name (my memory still isn’t, and probably never will be, functioning normally).  They were all positive help for a man who couldn’t walk well when he started. 
I also have to thank Doug in OT.  I had some of the others in OT, like Catherine, but there were so many different workers in and out who helped me in a sporadic fashion that I tend to meld their names together, or like Aaron’s wife’s, people I know but whose names I cannot keep in my head.  Doug I remember well.  He always seemed to treat me like a human being, even on day one.  It may have been his special training, or just a productive embellishment of his normal personality.  Whatever the reason, from day one I felt safe being around him and I have always believed that his efforts helped me adapt to being at Kessler.
Now for the CRP (Cognitive Rehabilitation Program) group.  Obviously it wasn’t a walk in the park for me, or for your group, in the beginning (we can ask Erin about that, eh?), but as I’ve said many times in our ‘family’ meetings, it is beyond my ability to work constantly with people in a one-on-one environment.  Since it was beyond my ability before the accident, it added to my awe as I watched the Kessler people go about their daily work. 
Without sounding negative against any one type of session, I have to say at various times I enjoyed particular sessions more than others because they allowed me, or helped me, to figure out exactly where I stood in the grand scheme of things.  People with my ego have to figure things out for themselves.  I remember the psychologist Tom, the one who moved out to ND (or thereabouts).  He helped explain issues relating to the cerebral cortex, such as it needs to re-engage itself after an accident and just like that I began to understand so much of my own inabilities at the time.  Understanding is an important component of the ‘settling-down’ process and once ‘settled’ the ability to ‘re-engage’ takes place so much more efficiently.  And of course, once I settled down I could appreciate all that you, Jane, Denise and Basil were trying to accomplish.  It sometimes takes a while to get one’s brain to adjust to the circumstances, and I am sorry for the amount of time it took mine.  But then, of course, if I took a group of Kessler instructors along to work with me for a few days, my thinking is I would have a few people less than happy being outside their normal environment too (a joke).
What I always found most rewarding during my sessions at Kessler was the ability to sit and talk with the other survivors.  This type of interaction builds camaraderie of sorts and allows one to see that they are not alone, and therefore, the problems that have befallen, do not make one totally unique.  Most importantly, as the conversations I had with the others became deeper, I found myself trying to find a way to wiggle out from under the rock; that I was capable of human understanding, and was able to extend human emotions outside myself once again.
This leads to the sessions that I found most interesting and those were when Karen (Dr. Tennyson), whose name I will remember forever because I had to memorize ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ oh so long ago, was leading the group.  I also think that another psychologist (Sherry?) worked in a similar fashion when she returned recently to the Institute.  Group sessions, I’ve found out, are very helpful when you are trying to get people to rebuild their mental capacities, as sessions with you and Jane proved.  They are also very good when trying to get people to understand and overcome their psychological handicaps.  I also feel it is easier to overcome issues with problematic cognitive processes than it is to ‘fix’ psychological damage, but most importantly one needs to put these issues out into the daylight for a good look.  This helps the incessant need to combat these demons moving forward.  This is what I think Karen’s sessions did for me….

There is a section here in which I spoke about my ‘writing’ but that is not for this posting.  If you want to read more about that, visit my webpage (http://www.comicfictionnoir.com/).
The letter ends with one parting thought:

Finally, no one who has suffered in the fashion that the Kessler patients have will ever return to the way they were before.  What can be hoped is that they return to the real world to try to experience life to their fullest capacity.  I will never be the same person, but I do hope that I will emerge to move positively into my new self.  I have to thank you, and the rest of your team for giving me this chance.
Keep smiling, it means a lot to people like me.

In my next post I will begin to discuss different sessions in the CRP classes.  Stay tuned.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Softly, Deftly, Music Shall Caress You

Today's blog is an honest assessment of a very recent outing.


Hear it, Feel it Secretly Possess You

I am sure that most people will agree; the best dates, the ones you really enjoy, are usually those for which you have no preconceived expectations, you just sit back close your eyes and let “the music of the night” take you …  Yes that is right, we went to see the Phantom of the Opera and without doubt it was the best date my wife and I have been on for a long, long time.  
 What made the show that much more special, that much more enjoyable was the entire ensemble was, without doubt worth their weight in gold. High School students usually are.  It was just last summer that the announcement was made: Andrew Lloyd Weber released the rights to perform “Phantom of the Opera”.   My son’s high school (North Hunterdon) was one of the first in a long, long line of colleges and other high schools that had been waiting…, dreaming…, for a chance to

Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you live as you’ve never lived before

Only in this case they sang as I’ve never heard before in a High School performance.  I would not be surprised if each and every lead awoke on Broadway tomorrow, to standing ovations because the ovations they received when I saw the show were true, after each and every song.

My hat is off to the North Hunterdon High School Theater Organization and to Mrs. Meo for any arm twisting she had to do to get the school behind her and go after the license.  And that of course was only the beginning of her efforts as director.  Luckily help was there from all angles, too numerous to remember if I didn’t have a copy of the program sitting nearby.  Kudos to all of the school and support staff and parents, and the student interns as well as the cast and stage crew.  Getting the singing, dancing, acting, stage props and of course the chandelier in place and on time was…, well it was a work of art.  I have heard many different voices performing these songs in the past but never will I forget the cast on opening night, Taylor, Nicole, Stephen, Michelle, Andrew and all the rest.  Congratulations.

All I had to do was sit back, close my eyes and listen as …

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Musical theater can make for a very memorable date, especially when you are sitting next to your wife, holding hands wiping tears away from each other’s eyes as each emotional song was executed to perfection, and of course thinking of our son Paul who, as assistant director, helped put this work of art in front of our eyes.