Some 'Things' May Always be 'Wrong' with me...

I don't feel discomfort or pain - evidenced by events...

  • I severely burned my leg from a red hot metal garden fire bin structure while cooking burgers.  I didn't realise until I saw the burnt and scarred gash (six inches long, a quarter inch wide and an eighth inch deep), down my calf a week or so later that I'd been burned.  I determined the only way it could have happened was through brushing against the fire bin
  • I can be wearing shorts and walking Ronnie (our dog) through fields full of nettles - I may be distracted by throwing Ronnie a stick, and after five minutes my legs are a hive of nettle stings
  • I have received mosquito stings on holiday abroad and wasp stings in Britain - I only realise I've been bitten when the swelling / spot shows up on my skin
  • I observed an irregularity in my groin despite feeling no discomfort - my GP said without any hesitation that I had a hernia

If I directly inflict pain I do feel it.  I have tried pulling my fingers with pliers - it hurt!  When pain happens through 'unawareness' I don't get any signals.  I have tried to manage pain, and so far I have been able to train myself to ignore it - I have allowing wasps to sting me or to walk through nettles for 'fun'.

I used to experience headaches on a perhaps thrice daily basis, I no longer get headaches - I haven't had one since the RTC, there's expectation this may be linked to my sensory deprivation.

I have severe short term memory deficiency - I need to take photos of where I've parked the car at supermarkets.  It affects me in almost everything I do, though I deal with it really well by being an avid note-taker.  Short-term memory anxiety results in me feeling compelled to do many things straight away, even when not practically sensible.

My taste sensation is gone - I ate hot chillies and seeds during a meal with a friend where I was solely concentrating on the conversation and I didn't notice I was eating chillies.  I can usually recognise what I am eating from its texture, but the taste is meaningless.  The simple act of eating brings strong discomfort to my lips and to the roof of my mouth. Swallowing food is generally uncomfortable and I often need to use learned strategies such as lowering my chin to my chest to overcome the swallowing difficulties.  Some people ask "So, does nothing taste of anything?"... my response is "Everything tastes of nothing".  It's a subtle word play - but it very accurately describes the feeling I have when eating.  I could take the negative approach of thinking nothing tastes nice, but I'd rather stick with the outcome that nothing tastes bad!  In 2018 I ate a deep fried Mars bar in Glasgow, I'm glad to say I didn't like it - the truth is that it was the texture / difficulty in swallowing which I struggled with, not the taste.

I feel 'full up' very quickly.  I can go a whole day without eating, then just one bite of a sandwich is enough to make me feel full - finishing a sandwich or meal becomes a chore, rather than an enjoyable experience.

My smell sensation is almost zero - I do not recognise toilet smells, perspiration smells or any kind of perfume fragrance.

My touch sensation is impaired - I cannot distinguish between wet and dry towels on the washing line. 
I have reduced left hand dexterity - manipulating coins in a purse is almost impossible with my left hand.  Cutting fingernails on either hand with clippers is very clumsy.  I have significantly impaired ability to write legibly with my right hand (I am indeed right-handed), I haven't signed my name the same twice in succession since my RTC.

I get much general anxiety, resulting in predicaments such as paranoia over wallet / phone whereabouts.  I check, then re-check, followed by a further check.  I try to convince myself that 'it's fine', but this doesn't bring me the satisfaction that I get from checking it.  When I review draft emails before sending, I find significant mistakes, not that much in spelling or grammar, which I think is expected.  I'll find things like saying future when I meant past, or singular when I meant multiple.  Instinct may suggest it's a mistake anyone could make - but I find it time and again, on maybe 50% of emails.  I would take photos on my phone of my key in the front door lock to re-assure me that I had locked the door when I went out, otherwise I'd have to march back to check it (I did this many times).

Ruth and I had wanted to visit our family in Portugal, but were uncertain about how I would cope with flying.  The solution was to buy cheap RyanAir return tickets to Dublin from Manchester, we didn't even leave Dublin airport, but we had established that I wasn't likely to suffer an anxiety problem when travelling to Portugal.

I struggle to move my toes independently, this sometimes results in my struggling to put a shoe on without gripping my toes to keep them out of the way when sliding it on.

I have what I could only call 'tingling sensations' in my left fingers and in the roof of my mouth / lips - most often causing discomfort when eating. I tried about twenty acupuncture sessions in an attempt at overcoming the tingles, unfortunately it didn't relieve the sensations.

I always wake up with a seemingly bad taste in my mouth, which I previously combatted with mouthwash. That now relieves none of the bad taste symptoms, which leads me to believe it is not purely taste related.

People memory - I cannot remember people's names / roles no matter how many times I am told them.  I cannot recall new faces very well anymore.

Spatial awareness - I used to be fantastic at 'directions'.  It took me over a week in July 2017 to remember that the toilets in the new office building I was working at were a simple left when exiting the office door.  I first became aware on a weekend break in York in 2016 when I went out several times in the day and evening and didn't walk too far, but I had no idea how to return to the hotel.  It wasn't just a case of not knowing if it's the 'second or third left' - I couldn't recall if my target destination was north, south east or west.

Short term memory deficiencies seem to drive lots of people crazy, but not me, since I have faith in my coping strategies.  I draw an analogy to far-sightedness, where people accept they can read the words on an advertising hoarding thirty metres away but can't read the restaurant menu in front of their eyes - people simply pop on their reading glasses and cope with it.  With short term-memory problems, many people often can't reconcile how they can remember events from their school years but can't remember what they had set out to do 'this morning'.  I have learned that short-term memory and long-term memory is managed by different areas of the brain, which typically deteriorate at differing rates in 'normal life', or more rapidly following at TBI.  I refuse to be frustrated by short-term memory problems any more than being frustrated at not being able to read a book without glasses.

I would say I'm about 80% of where I was before and never expect to reach 85%, let alone 90%.  To express matters a little differently... I expect I will never fully recover, but I have about 80% of my old faculties, and some newer, perhaps better ones.