My Head Injury and Me - The Knock on Effects
My Head Injury and Me Part One: Bashing My Noggin Image courtesy of Adobe Stock As the late great Tommy Copper often quipped, ‘I walked into a bar-owch; it was an iron bar’. For me, it was a wrought-iron fire escape. I’d retrieved some post from a communal postbox and was about to put it through my own letterbox, but I didn’t get that far. Instead, I walked directly into the undercarriage of the fire escape that led up to our first-floor flat. I instinctively fell to the floor in a delirium of shock and pain. From my bemused state on the grimy alley floor, I felt blood trickling down my face. With my right hand, I reached up to my head, and my fingers went inside my scalp. Oh dear, not good, I told myself. I’d previously worked in the field of disability at the NHS for approximately nineteen years, culminating as a Day Hospital Manager for the last nine years. I had seen my fair share of accidents and was determined not to panic. I gingerly got to my feet, feeling that my survival rest