At times, I wonder if I suffered some minor brain disfunction when I had my accident. Not related to my writing, since that's all post-accident, but I was a couple of hours at least before they matched my blood type and gave me anything. I wound up with, I think, 9 units of blood during the course of the operation when I finally got in for an operation. So I ponder oxygen deprivation and personality changes and whether anyone would tell me if they noticed something.
What I come back to is that if there was damage, it doesn't matter. I am who I am now, and have to live with me and do the best I can.
I'm sure your creativity and excellence are still there. You may just have to poke a little deeper and find new routes to them. The brain is an amazingly flexible organ.
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At times, I wonder if I suffered some minor brain disfunction when I had my accident. Not related to my writing, since that's all post-accident, but I was a couple of hours at least before they matched my blood type and gave me anything. I wound up with, I think, 9 units of blood during the course of the operation when I finally got in for an operation. So I ponder oxygen deprivation and personality changes and whether anyone would tell me if they noticed something.
What I come back to is that if there was damage, it doesn't matter. I am who I am now, and have to live with me and do the best I can.
I'm sure your creativity and excellence are still there. You may just have to poke a little deeper and find new routes to them. The brain is an amazingly flexible organ.