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> Of all the injuries we suffered, mine is the worst. My brain injury has shaken my confidence in my own personality, my own existence. I don't exist. That's the secret. This concept took me years to grok but now I know.
> Of all the injuries we suffered, mine is the worst. My brain injury has shaken my confidence in my own personality, my own existence. I don't exist. That's the secret. This concept took me years to grok but now I know.
They tried trepanation. It did not work.
She went brain dead. I was half a world away at work. My father made me make the decision. The doctors pulled the plug on her 52nd birthday.
That was 20 years ago this very year.
I do wish they’d put a warning on these types of articles.
Earlier quoted context omitted.
America has nearly twice the car death rate of Canada (and Canada hardly has substantially better weather or density than America). It's crazy.
The US does rate pretty high in "traffic deaths per 100k people". But they also lead the world in how much they drive. 8,800 kilometers per capita, versus 4,300 in Canada, 7,000 in Germany and less than 1,700 in Japan. https://usa.streetsblog.org/2018/12/13/why-the-u-s-trails-th... I'm sure there are other factors, but that would explain most of the difference vs Canada. Twice as much driving means twice as many traf…
> Of all the injuries we suffered, mine is the worst. My brain injury has shaken my confidence in my own personality, my own existence. I don't exist. That's the secret. This concept took me years to grok but now I know.
What you mean might be a more useful, meaningful concept, but what you've said is kinda nonsense. If you don't exist, who wrote this comment? I'd be interested if you could elaborate.
> Of all the injuries we suffered, mine is the worst. My brain injury has shaken my confidence in my own personality, my own existence. I don't exist. That's the secret. This concept took me years to grok but now I know.
It's interesting. You find out that most of the people you thought cared about you actually don't. You find out that most of the things you cared about don't actually matter. You find out that the neurologists that were supposed to save you are actually just wasting MRI time to write bullshit papers to pad their CV. Even if they wanted to help you, they don't really know anything about the brain, and are dozens of breakthroughs away from getting there, and the few medications at their disposal can't change the reality that neurons don't heal or regenerate, and you'll have to make do with fewer of them. The world moves on without you and it doesn't care if you recover or not. If you were smart, you desperately try to avoid being lumped in with "stupid people", knowing how little respect people have for that population. You realize how much your intelligence factored into your ego and identity. It's not your fault after all. This isn't who you are. It's just an injury. But eventually you come to terms with the fact that your brain really does define who you are, and maybe you accept that or maybe you don't.
A few years ago I got some kind of brain illness. Doctors were unable to come up with a strong diagnosis, which is apparently quite common for such cases. One of the effects of the illness was that I essentially became stupid. I couldn’t focus on anything (even trivial activities like watching television), I couldn’t compose emails, I would get disoriented easily. It was absolutely terrifying not knowing whether or n…
A few years ago I got some kind of brain illness. Doctors were unable to come up with a strong diagnosis, which is apparently quite common for such cases. One of the effects of the illness was that I essentially became stupid. I couldn’t focus on anything (even trivial activities like watching television), I couldn’t compose emails, I would get disoriented easily. It was absolutely terrifying not knowing whether or n…
Look at how they prescribe drugs for the side effects of other drugs. Imagine coding a software patch to fix a bug introduced by another patch.
This headline is like a bad r/nosleep title. Someday, somehow, I hope we move past this dumb clickbait style.
Yeah, I couldn't get very far in to it. Something about the author's tone and writing style was awkward and offputting.