i stumbled on a kosability diary some months ago and was astonished at the raw relevance in those pain-filled words. its candor and clear assumption that dkos is a safe enough place to disclose the losses and struggles of disability gave me hope that ‘online community’ may not be an oxymoron after all.
i’ve lurked on the great orange satan for at least 10 years but it’s just been the past few since i’ve begun, slowly, to comment. i’ve been even slower to engage in what i am beginning to realize is one of dkos’ biggest assets, the groups. i would like to change that. here’s a start, with my crazy story of disability.
in 2002, i took an accidental blow between the eyes and leaked cerebrospinal fluid out my nose for several days. other than the gorgeous raccoon face and the bruising at the back of my neck, i thought i was fine until a nurse friend saw me and insisted she take me in for an mri, NOW. nothing showed up on the scan but they told me that i may still have repercussions later. me? nah. i thought i was made out of titanium.
in 2003, i was due for a three-month sabbatical over the summer. our family was thrilled; our 2 kids, 14 and nearly 10, were to travel with me. dad and spouse, sir os, would join us for some downtime at the end.
about 6 weeks before all this good stuff was to begin, i took a morning off work to attend a special event at our 10-year-old’s school. i headed out the door and a very odd sensation swept over me. i must have turned back because i came back to consciousness crumpled in our open doorway.
if you are interested in bizarre health stories, follow me below the orange passed-out patient.