I gather all the strength I can muster and struggle to get up. About halfway through my morning commute I realize that I havent the slightest idea of where I am nor where my final destination should be. I have suddenly lost my identity but try to remain calm and composed. It will come back to me. It always does.
Time feels as though it is standing still.
Half an hour goes by and I begin to envision myself working in a school. I am a school counselor. Everything starts coming back to me and I arrive at work, about an hour past due. The above scenario is just a taste of the ongoing battle I have fought in the aftermath of a post-surgical craniotomy. It all began at the age of 22 when I started experiencing bouts of severe vertigo, headaches, nausea and vomiting.