The doctors had been in no doubt: without Assad’s armour-plated skull and his iron constitution, the blow he had received to the back of his head would have turned him into a vegetable if it hadn’t killed him outright. A few more burst capillaries in his brain and that would have been it. Apart from a tendency to depression, headaches, a rather crab-like gait and the slight sagging of the right side of his face, plus a host of other more minor things, the man was on his way to full recovery. It was close to a miracle, or whatever you wanted to call it.
I wish my work had been so kind, especially as I worked in a bloody hospital! Granted I was having balance issues, I still am, but you know what my work did?…
They made me go to a psychologist so he could rate me for if I could still do my job, over a 4hr appointment & asked so many personal questions & put through all these tests to see if I was ‘normal’ enough to continue working, I left stunned & held it together until I got home & then had a breakdown as I’ve been judged during my life in so many ways, but this was judging ME, the core of me & it hurt like you’d never understand if you haven’t lived it.
Oh yeah & I had to do a physical testing too, not as bad, they just wanted to see me walk, how fast I could, what weights I could lift etc etc, that wasn’t a big deal.
