Cognitive Function and Memory Testing
A neuro-psychologist assessed me in May 2016 (10 months after my TBI) and produced a report which you can view in PDF format by clicking on this link. I have bullet-pointed some observations which I personally found fascinating:
The observations were accurate: my short-term memory is dreadful, but I never lost my very good maths skills. Maths was the largest part of an engineering degree which I undertook at Staffordshire University between 1989 and 1993. Clicking on this link takes you to a PDF of the maths exam paper I took, I subsequently graduated with first class honours.
Things I've Learned about TBI
A simplified timeline of my hospitalisation, recovery and return to work can be viewed by clicking on this link.
I Needed to be Needed
The name of this web-site came unwittingly from my mother when she was articulating what she saw as the biggest influence on my recovery. My mother had seen me find purpose in life through the various volunteering roles I had become involved in, her exact words were: "You needed to be needed". My recovery could also be stated in a less cryptic manner: I desperately wanted to feel useful again. Click on this link to view some of my thoughts on the importance of having a fulfilling purpose during recovery, and my hopes for what this web-site might achieve.
I have a very positive outlook on life, I consider every lived day beyond my TBI as a bonus. I can sum up my recovery in a single word, contented, click on this link to view my thoughts on contentment.
Click on this link to take you to a page leading you through the progression of my recovery.
NHS Rehabilitation Centre
In my hospital room at the Haywood Hospital the message written by Ruth (adjacent image) was pinned to the wall at my bedside, I probably read the note at least twenty times per day. It helped enormously to know that people were out there who cared about me. I didn't know what year it was, but my cognition was still intact as I was able to use my mobile phone to take a photo of the note.
I needed assistance to walk, not due to any physical impairment, it was simply because my brain couldn't send messages to my limbs to do what I wanted them to safely.
I had been doubly incontinent while in critical care. I lost 42lbs (19kg) in weight during the 9 weeks following my TBI.
The surgeon needed to saw away part of my skull (starting at the upper right side of my forehead) to facilitate requisite drilling to relieve the pressure building up in my brain. The pressure was monitored using an Intra-Cranial Pressure (ICP) bolt, clicking on this link will take you to a page about ICP. After surgery, the detached piece of my skull was re-attached and fixed into place with 4 nylon screws - 3 are under my hair and 1 is still partially visible on my forehead.
My life partner (Ruth) kept a diary of my first 9 weeks in hospital. She recorded one particular day as "Black Friday", which wasn't the actual day of my TBI (31st July 2015). Black Friday was a week later on 7th August, when the expectation was that I wouldn't make it through the night following complications. Click this link to view the transcribed diary, then click this link to see my consultant neurosurgeon's own assessment of my "black Friday".
Glasgow Coma Scale (GCS)
"GCS, or Glasgow Coma Scale, is a measure of conscious level. You get a mark from 1–4 for eye response, 1–5 for verbal response and 1–6 for motor response, giving you a maximum total score of 15 if completely normal and a lowest possible score of 3 if you’re dead." The preceding paragraph was taken from a diary / novel of a hospital doctor - click this link.
While accompanying my mother in an ambulance to hospital in 2018 after she'd suffered heart attack symptoms I enquired of GCS 3 during conversation with the paramedics who said something long the lines of "It basically means you are dead".
Between 31st July and 15th August 2015 I was GCS 3, this data is from a neuro-psychologist's report who pieced together relevant information from my NHS records, click on this link to view it. You can see a breakdown of my various GCS values recorded during my post-op hospital recovery phase by clicking on this link, there's also more background information on GCS in general.
My natural coma was followed by an induced coma, it was 28 days before I emerged from comatose state. The following words are taken from email dialogue I had with Ruth in January 2018 regarding the time I came out of coma in the critical care unit. "People's general perception is that you just woke up and started asking about simple matters such as sports is very different from mine. I went through a week when you were awake and looking at me but not talking or responding - and the nurses talking to me about the potential of 'locked-in' syndrome. Then, when they finally had you 'sitting up' it was slumped in a special chair staring at the floor. When finally you stuttered some words, the first thing I can remember you saying to myself and Chris was "it's been terrible...."
Click on this link to view clinical information about the syndrome, furthermore, clicking on this link takes you to a BBC documentary about a person with locked-in syndrome (it has a happy ending).
You can view my thoughts on my brain damage by clicking on this link. I personally prefer the term recovering person to TBI survivor (the clinical term used) when considering my own particular outcome. My rationale is that the term survivor only relates to the short term (say a few weeks) after the TBI, whereas "recovering person" relates to the ongoing months and years.
I unwittingly tracked my air ambulance helicopter journey to the destination hospital (Royal Stoke) with the GPS tracking app on my mobile phone. Click on this link to view an air ambulance charity article which displays the flight path and duration.
The collision was reported in the local newspaper (Nantwich News), it can be viewed by clicking on this link.
A Story of Hope
My Journey from Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) through Recovery
Road Traffic Collision
My name is David, I was a 45 year old man riding my bicycle about 15 miles from my home in Newcastle-under-Lyme, Staffordshire (England) on July 31st 2015 when I was struck at 40 MPH by a car whose driver didn't see me. In the following photos of the car which I collided with, my head made the impression on the windscreen and my bicycle is underneath the car's front grill. I lay comatose in the centre of the carriageway, foaming at the mouth and bleeding from my right ear. Click on this link to see more information about the collision.
There was so much the rehabilitation unit staff did for me, I will always be enormously grateful to all of them. The work they do may not be as glamorous as other clinical disciplines, however, they are as important as anyone to a successful recovery outcome. I felt especially close to the rehabilitation folks as they were the first people I properly engaged with post TBI.
I made the Lego rabbit in the adjacent photo while at the Haywood. It was intended for 7 year olds, whereas I was aged 46. I was exhausted from making it, we still have it to remember some of the challenges we faced.
Following my discharge from the Haywood Hospital, my NHS rehabilitation consultant sent a discharge diagnosis letter to my GP, it can be viewed by clicking on this link.
The following text is the injury diagnosis by my neurosurgeon after operating on my brain (see adjacent image):