Getting other tibbies to talk about this malfunction is difficult but I have heard from two people people I began to know well enough.  What is that glitch?  Losing the control learned from birth about your body’s own early warning system about body waste disposal functions  existing below your navel.  Those birth learned controls of your body orifices, i.e. natural and human normal forewarnings, then warnings leading to leakage of when you are about to pee and your bladder control is malfunctioning.  A worse is the problem when the warning system for your anus is NOT working normally as learned at one or two years of age nor is the ability to tighten that muscle sufficiently to contain your body’s wish then demands to empty your bowels, regardless of location, convenience or surroundings….totally regardless.  Another wonder of brain injury’s many inconvenient malfunctions.

In the book shown on the website I have an entire chapter about the first time I was foolish to think I had things under control while driving to San Diego from Las Vegas and the wonders of a initially unneeded extra long raincoat to cover my odoriffic error.  The unneeded long coast was my unsubtle costume while checking into an expensively quickly found available hotel room near the beach in Del Mar with no clean clothes in hand but buried in my smelly upholstery damaged car’s front seat.  My lack of control was in my  car but not my newly rented room and my loss of sphincter control had soaked everything close to my belt line and above.  From my underwear, jeans, lower shirt tails and both socks and tennis shoes were stained to an offensive shade of liquid brown.

I spent the hours post anal explosion checking the laundry naked draped only in the bed’s top sheet while doing two separate loads of laundry of everything I was wearing, shoes and all.

Thanks the Fates or whomever that the laundry room had a machine that made change and sold bleach and soap only some fifty feet down the hall.  Although I went close to broke coming up with small bills to make enough change to partially dry my only pair of shoes.  The shoes spent the night on the room’s heater turn to high to below my only pair of shoes, car or hotel room.  Opps, I made a mistake and made things work, damp shoes for the next thirty hours or no.

Did I stay in Del Mar and then wander to San Diego for the next day?  Yes, but I did not eat anything until I got back to the hotel, not trusting my bowels to control themselves until I headed back toward Vegas and my arrival home before I ate anything solid beyond iced tea or soda.

Brain injury did make things always “iffy” for me and it’s next surprise was always a PITA and usually embarrassing to normals but not so much as this brain injured guy became used to with the self promise to not let the biggies happen twice.

Having improved my memory’s abilities by remembering where every accessible bathroom is in my local roaming area and becoming able to calculate my body’s possible needs at each highway/interstate rest stop erring on the side of stop if a flicker of doubt was detected.  YES, yes and yes, I pulled off the highway.  “Maybes” are simply too messy and or soggy and tibby me avoided them to an unusual extent.

Pegleg Guy

One of the major points that I wrote about over the past decade regarding my brain injury is that my mind keeps improving or returning to what it was before the brain breakage.  The only thing that happens with people with brain injury is all too often, they stop trying to return to “normal.”  This often happens because their caregivers do too much and to well to help the damaged rather than let them relearn their basics of living and body functions.  I learned with my mind’s healing that drugs often take control of the ability to repair a mind with little thought of a person’s mind’s primary functions.

In the past four or more months of my minor infection, the antibiotics and other drugs slowed or stopped my recovering ability to “think” as I used to in the recent past.  The efforts toward my passion for trying to be of help to those in the brain injured community were “paused” by those glorious damned drugs until I went again into cold turkey withdrawal mode and the effects on my damaged mind  from legal chemicals, i.e. drugs,  slowly allowed me to regain control of my mind and its thoughts.

This interference of antibiotics and such made the website I am attempting to build not do what I had promised, send a blog on ABI/TBI twice a week.  I posted a new TABI chapter of my diary describing what could and might happen to the person with a broken brain in my infection fog.  I continue to attempt recruit people who knew some part of living with brain damage.  Infection or not, I have kept trying to add to the simple look of our website, the cartoons ane more while trimming life’s costs to pay for the expenses of my passion’s attempts to help others with brain damage and their families.

What is striking to the current me and my path to repairing my mind is that my mind keeps fighting to do what normals take for granted.  Last month, my tech buddy did what I asked regarding mass emails but his normal tweak it made no sense to “tibby” me.  It worked but it was not what a “tibby” (TBI mispronounced name for TBI people like me) could understand and make work.  To damned complicated and jolting to the old and broken brain.

This is a longwinded way to tell you that I have a new system using my Outlook email address files.  This site cleans the addresses of dups and adds a “Send to a friend” option to allow readers to annoy and inform their list of people who might need this sort of information.
 
While the effects of this reader’s choice scares the bejesus out of me, “Unsubscribe Me From This List”.  What I love is that both of the processes are automatic but the Send to Friend takes your input of the email addresses to invite them to give you and me, their email addresses.

I have received calls every week or month or so telling me that my short blogs and the rest help them as their minds come back from their “whenever”.  This is why I am doing this website and why you are receiving this explanation of what will change in what you receive from me/us within the next month.

Be Well,

Pegleg

Getting other tibbies to talk about this malfunction is difficult but I have heard from two people people I began to know well enough. What is that glitch? Losing the control learned from birth about your body’s own early warning system about body waste disposal functions existing below your navel. Those birth learned controls of your body orifices, i.e. natural and human normal forewarnings, then warnings leading to leakage of when you are about to pee and your bladder control is malfunctioning. A worse is the problem when the warning system for your anus is NOT working normally as learned at one or two years of age nor is the ability to tighten that muscle sufficiently to contain your body’s wish then demands to empty your bowels, regardless of location, convenience or surroundings….totally regardless. Another wonder of brain injury’s many inconvenient malfunctions.

In the book shown on the website I have an entire chapter about the first time I was foolish to think I had things under control while driving to San Diego from Las Vegas and the wonders of a initially unneeded extra long raincoat to cover my odoriffic error. The unneeded long coast was my unsubtle costume while checking into an expensively quickly found available hotel room near the beach in Del Mar with no clean clothes in hand but buried in my smelly upholstery damaged car’s front seat. My lack of control was in my car but not my newly rented room and my loss of sphincter control had soaked everything close to my belt line and above. From my underwear, jeans, lower shirt tails and both socks and tennis shoes were stained to an offensive shade of liquid brown.
I spent the hours post anal explosion checking the laundry naked draped only in the bed’s top sheet while doing two separate loads of laundry of everything I was wearing, shoes and all.

Thanks the Fates or whomever that the laundry room had a machine that made change and sold bleach and soap only some fifty feet down the hall. Although I went close to broke coming up with small bills to make enough change to partially dry my only pair of shoes. The shoes spent the night on the room’s heater turn to high to below my only pair of shoes, car or hotel room. Opps, I made a mistake and made things work, damp shoes for the next thirty hours or no.

Did I stay in Del Mar and then wander to San Diego for the next day? Yes, but I did not eat anything until I got back to the hotel, not trusting my bowels to control themselves until I headed back toward Vegas and my arrival home before I ate anything solid beyond iced tea or soda.

Brain injury did make things always “iffy” for me and it’s next surprise was always a PITA and usually embarrassing to normals but not so much as this brain injured guy became used to with the self promise to not let the biggies happen twice.

Having improved my memory’s abilities by remembering where every accessible bathroom is in my local roaming area and becoming able to calculate my body’s possible needs at each highway/interstate rest stop erring on the side of stop if a flicker of doubt was detected. YES, yes and yes, I pulled off the highway. “Maybes” are simply too messy and or soggy and tibby me avoided them to an unusual extent.

Pegleg Guy