I came across a running log that I kept when I first starting running after my TBI. Looking at the comments, such as “felt like crap, dizzy, migraine, fell three times” I noticed just how much better I am doing physically. At one point, I even “accepted” that I was going to be overweight and never get back to my “running weight.” I seriously considered quitting, just giving up on running. Today, I ran out at the lake. I compared my time to my previous “best.” I was 5:45 faster! I realized how that loop is a comfortable run now, no longer something close to impossible. I’m no longer exhausted at the end. I now have to run it faster, add distance, or do hill repeats or fartlek for it to be difficult. Unless, I am having bad day- then it’s just as gruesome as before! I also lost 20 pounds and am close to my marathon weight.
Evidently, I was having serious side effects with Topamax. I am totally off the medication for just over a week. My thought process is faster and I’m talking more smoothly. My balance is even improving. I don’t think I need to worry about CTE anymore! What I am experiencing still is more inline to how I was before I started the medication. I still have post-concussive issues. Being in public is still like walking around with no skin and super sensitive hearing. In other words, sensory overload is making its continued presence known.
I enjoy my afternoon nap daily. The rest period is needed to let my brain off load all the stimulation. Today, Brigid had me all to herself as Scout was at puppy day care. She tramped and circled on my chest, eventually gracefully curling up on me, sighing in contentment, and purring. I gently stroked her face, falling asleep to a warm, purring, cat. When I woke up, she was nestled next to me. I stayed in bed, reading. It is so peaceful cuddling with a warm, contented cat. Brigid is special. She connects to me spiritually and emotionally. Whenever I have a nightmare, she is there, nudging me awake. Then, she gives head butts, strokes, and purrs until I fall back to sleep. Scout is usually put like a light. He may be my service dog, and a wonderful help, but he sleeps like a log. He also snores. He is not as connected in that way.
Scout is curled up, asleep, at my feet. He is exhausted from a day of play and his bath.
Kaliyah and Bobby are running about, wrestling, and periodically pouncing on Brigid. The kitten watches them with interest, joining in the game of chase following a pounce.
It is a peaceful ending to a good day.