Out of the Maze?

Just one of many quilts, large and small, waiting to be quilted. I've wasted a almost an entire morning, so I need to get going here.

However, I'm facing a few challenges.  I'm one year into recovery from the assault by a child and the resultant brain injury.  (My knees are hurting off and on, but I'm considering that only a very minor symptom.) I think part of what I've experienced the last few days is just my brain remembering and trying to come to terms with what happened.  First, let me say that I'm very fortunate because this week is "spring break," although we are weeks from spring; so at least I can deal with this stuff from the haven of my home most of the time. I've had horrible headaches, nausea, and panic attacks.  My hearing is still off--if I don't have a pocket and lay my phone down, I can't identify where the sound is coming from when I get a text or phone call.  (I'm thinking I'll just let my upper underclothing ring! Update:  I did; still couldn't identify where the sound was coming from!) I'm having olfactory delusions--practically choked on the smell of tobacco smoke when I went to bed last night.  The buzzing in my brain has returned, although I feel fortunate that it's intermittent.  I'm on an emotional roller coaster.  Any kind of overload of things to do and moderately stressful situations send me on a downward spiral. My short term memory is totally malfunctioning again--can't remember why I've walked into a room, can't cook without constantly referring to the recipe, can't remember what I just did or did not do.

And the point of this rant?  While in the course of world affairs, my struggles mean diddly [if that much], the health care system definitely needs to learn a lot more about brain injury and about how to help people who experience it.

Nevertheless, happy quiltmaking.....