TBI by the Numbers
A number of different events can result in a TBI or traumatic brain injury such as a bump, blow or jolt to the head or a penetrating injury that disrupts the normal function of the brain. Not all blows or jolts to the head result in this type of injury. The severity of TBI may … Continue reading
Have You Ever Talked A Jumper Down from Her Ledge?
Here’s a little background. For the past two months, Mia has been living far away from her home. She’s is staying with a former roommate and paying him rent on a weekly basis. Sadly, she made no provisions with her doctors before leaving town to have extra prescriptions so that she could refill them once she finished off the first bottle. We had been playing phone tag and this message began very casually but you can quickly see that she has fallen into a crisis by the end of her message. Mia has become more and more decompensated so that the simplest of task, such as looking up a telephone number have become overwhelming to her. She can’t remember any coping skills because she’s been without group or individual therapy for over two months (some though not all of this is through no fault of her own) and without medicine (which she only takes sporadically anyway) for nearly a month and one half. Why doesn’t Mia want to go to the hospital? In all honesty, on this day, Mia doesn’t really have the ability to make a rational decision.
Alert Day
It’s Diabetes Alert Day so use five minutes to take the Diabetes Risk Test and see where you stand. You will be getting some valuable health information. In addition, Boar’s Head is donating $5 for each test taken up to $50,000 to the American Diabetes Association.
Have You Checked Your Neck?
It’s midway through the first month of the new year and I have one powerful question for you…Where do you stand with your New Year’s Resolution(s)? Truth be told, many of us resolve at the beginning of the year to eat right, exercise and generally take better care of ourselves. Unfortunately, the challenges to truly … Continue reading