Not a poem, a message for the love of brains, yours and your loved ones. Most doctors don’t know about this as conventional medicine is still catching up with traumatic brain injury. This recipe attacks the inflammation, helping to prevent an all out fire, an inflammation cycle from starting, preventing Post Concussion Syndrome from taking hold. I can tell you, PCS ain’t fun. Bless everyone, write this down.
4g NAC (N-Acetyl Cysteine)
1000mg Vitamin C
1000mg Curcumin
10000mg Vitamin D
Devised by Dr Kabran Chapek.
My Brain is on Fire
My Thoughts are blacken and cracked
My Soul is trapped in a mire
My Body feels racked
I am forever changed
Am I forever lost?
I am forever deranged
Am I knowing the true cost?
Oh God, what is the plan
Why could I have not been hit harder?
Oh God, I do not know where it began
Why could I not have been smarter
I wish I could find peace
Maybe just find some release?
No One can see the tears in my eyes
For I wear dark glasses
No One knows my true demise
For I feel my life is blowing ashes
The driver behind me did not pay attention
I doubt he thought how it would forever change my life
The driver what was his intention
I doubt he considered how it would wound my wife
The headaches are pounding drums in my head
The earaches screech like fingernails on a chalk board
But maybe enough is said
I will pray to the Lord
For he will never understand
He will never see me covered in vomit
For he might believe he never really had a hand
He will never see the pain as I hide in my closet
exposed
nerve
grinding
away
nuts
Endless percussion thumping away with no time to say stop talking so much stop banging away “Concussion” Tuning out the banging noise rat a tat tat, endless rifts with nothing to say, no fluidity, noise without end, no musical interlude exit the concert to let my brain mend “Concussion” Everyone complains that is normal that is the way, but to be a broken instrument, broken strings, repeating record all I can say is enough is enough we all support you ok, stop with the endless percussion, mend your skins, your strings, change you brain, sing a tune become a rock star with a sweet musical interlude. Concussion.
Forgive me my loved one for I have violated you,
a backlash of reaction I don’t know what to do.
A lashing at what I deserved just the same,
all of what I am in trauma and insane.
Last night in my dreams your anger flashed in my head,
you so enraged with fury, I’m better off dead.
You must realize that your beauty captivates me,
making me crazy, volatile and incoherent to reason.
What it is I do to you and how I make you feel,
it hurts now I know and it sucks cause it’s real.
I understand now that I’ve strayed from respecting you,
a concussion on both our parts, something we have to undo.
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