Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
About me
Be yourself. Thats the simplest yet most complex advice anyone could ever give me. At any other given moment of my life BEFORE being myself meant something. Now, AFTER its lost in translation. Half of the time, in the present I have no idea who I even am. I can remember who I was.
I was a sister, an aunt, a daughter, granddaughter, godmother. I was a furmom and girlfriend who never was going to see a ring grace her finger again. But I was fine with that. I worked hard. I slayed at my job. I was a Hospice CNA and I was damn good at it.
But then Feb 8th happened. The day was a blur. I drove to a patients house right after an ice storm. She lived an hour away and I was convinced that even my most stable of patients needed me. Even though that day wasnt the case. I slipped on ice in my patients driveway, fell and hit my head; got back up, slipped and did it all over again. Hitting my head not just once but twice.
At that time, any normal person would have thrown in the towel. But if I am anything its stubborn. I remember nothing of that time frame. Its all a huge blur; but according to the patients daughter I brushed it off like nothing happened and went in like a trooper and still saw my patient. It was toward the end of the hour visit when hell came to visit me on earth; starting the never ending barrage into my life that even now; 8 months later, I cannot seem to shake free of.
M stated that my speech was weird. I wasnt saying words correctly…if they were even words at all. But I assured her I was fine and left to see my next patient. My next patient was a clinic 45 minutes away from the patients home that I had been at.
I drove there, losing consciousness multiple times while driving; with my mother on speaker. She said I told her I had hit my head and that I felt weird and that there would be moments of silence where nothing could be heard but the gentle hum of the cars engine in the background. I drove 45 minutes to a clinic…with no recollection of doing so, no recollection of how I stayed on the road whilst blacking out.
The clinic triaged me, called my mother who told them to transport me to our local ED. The ED Dr ordered the standard tests. CT scan was done. Came back normal. She asked what hurt. Obviously it was my head. But I couldnt track with my right eye. It felt delayed. A problem I still have now, almost 3/4ths of the way through the year. I remember crying because I couldnt remember the names of the patients I needed to see for the day. The ED Dr dismissed concerns, said I just had a concussion and that I would be fine to return to work on Monday after recovering over the weekend.
Its been a rather extended 8 month long weekend.
Who I am now is no where close to who I used to be. Now…its 27 to Life of migraines, memory loss, muscle twitches, neck pain and a slew of other diagnoses. No time frame for a “cure”, no time line to get better. Be patient they say. Nothing lasts forever. Which in a normal reality thats true, but I dont live a normal reality.
I live in the reality of where I decided to chronicle my life. My adventures, my accomplishments and my failures; just so I dont forget them later. So 27 to life and whatever is in between may just last the rest of my natural forever.
Thats a story just waiting to be told.
Im Opal. Im 27. I have PCS. and this is my story. (Imagine reading this in the tone that is on Law and Order, it makes things a little more interesting!)


































