Saturday, April 4, 2015

2431 days...

**sigh**

2431 days...

that is approximately 6.5 years...

that is a loooong time...

2431 days between Sam's accident and when we actually were seen by a neurologist.

Not a neuro-surgeon.

Not a pediatrician that was head of the Brain Injury division in the hospital.

Not an epileptologist.

Not the family doctors.

An honest to goodness neurologist.

Last summer, Sam was having some issues with major headaches and loss of peripheral vision in his left eye. He had had a few of these instances over a few months before he finally told us and we were able to take him to see someone about it.
That day in October, started out with a trip to the walk in clinic (to the north of us 30-45mintes), followed by a referral to the optometrist (to the south of us 1.5hours from home in Brandon), which lead us to the hospital ER (referral from optometrist). The ER doctor then sent along a referral to the neurologist, which we finally got to see in March!

I am not complaining.... well not much.... ok I am trying hard to not complain.
I am just tired and frustrated with our medical system.  The last few years (especially since the seizures started) Sam has had many different manifestations to stress. Beginning with the seizures, he makes a strange clicking/clucking noise when he gets stress, headaches and then the partial blindness and headaches. I worked hard to find someone to help Sam in dealing with the stress ever since his accident and yet all professionals kept telling me that "he was fine". Sam has never really dealt with the reality of his BI. He will tell people about it, but it is mostly just to see their reaction or to shock them.
In reality, Sam will not readily admit to an injury other than the pure physicality of it. He will admit he has 3 fragments still in his brain, but he is not admit that he has issues to deal with, so forget about looking for help to deal with the issues. NO matter what we tell him or how we tell him that everyone has something to deal with just that he has a much cooler story to tell!

So now we are finally seeing a neurologist, after 2431 days, and he is 19years old (but acts more like  17yr) and we cant work as hard to get him the help he could use, because he is 'technically' an adult. We are always working to help him keep moving forward in life. To try to gain those 2 years he lost socially. W try to help him to set up his finances, appointments and schedules so that they work for him. One thing that helps is that he works with us and since he has been here he hasn't had any headaches or peripheral blindness.... that that doesn't mean he hasn't had other issues.... because he wont tell us about them until he has had them for a while.

This neurologist has us going for CT's and EEG's again here soon and Sam is not impressed with this. The Dr. wants to be sure that all seizure activity is gone and he wants fresh scans of his brain. I am happy about these as the EEG will help to settle my mind on the seizure issue (as I said before Sam wont tell us if there is anything occurring until it gets to be too much for him).

just another example of how TBI's are  life long...

no matter how far you have come...

no matter whether you think you are done with it all...

it will still jump out and bite your ass ... just to remind you it is there...


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