recovery – Page 2 – Nick Grant

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  • Stroke

    This is a story about neurotoxicity…

    Eye droop

    What’s happened to the left hand side of my face? My eyelid has drooped; my face is no longer symmetrical. Why do I have a facial tic? Why is my speech slow and slurred? Aren’t these all symptoms of cognitive impairment; brain damage?

    I decided to read back through some of my blog – I read from February through to June, when I was very unwell. I was surprised that a lot of it was gibberish – I thought that I had written with lucidity, but I had mis-remembered things.

    As is so often the case with me, I dice with death and I dodge bullets. I’m still very sick, but I’m getting better. I’m going to make a full recovery. My speech is normal; my face doesn’t tic and my eyelid no longer droops. The brain is a remarkable thing, but I do need to stop abusing my body.

    A month ago I was livid; I was unbelievably angry. I was fighting for my income, my home and my liberty – I was fighting for my legal rights – and I was spitting venom; I was furious at being abused; mistreated; taken advantage of.

    I re-read the lengthy blog post I wrote a month ago, which started OK, but then I got plunged into repetitive thoughts – you can tell that my brain was stuck on a loop and I repeated myself several times. It’s surprising that I could express myself fairly well, given the circumstances. I imagine that it took me a long time to compose what I wrote, and I clearly struggled to remember what I’d written at the start, as I reached the end.

    It’s tempting to edit and airbrush history, but it’s much more interesting to maintain a public record of exactly what I was thinking and feeling at a certain point in time. Inadvertently I also capture other details about my state of mind in the way in which I express myself.

    I’ve now been writing for long enough to capture two periods of total abstinence from all mind-altering substances, including alcohol, caffeine and nicotine. I’m a lifelong non-smoker. I stopped drinking caffeinated beverages in 2013. During this particular period of abstinence, I’ve not drunk any alcohol for 35 consecutive days.

    What’s the net result of all this?

    Me as a kid

    Nah, I’m only kidding… that was me when I was twenty years old. However, I’m sure there’s been a marked improvement now that all the crap is out of my system.

    A few friends spoke to me soon after I arrived on the psych ward. Although I sounded like my old self and I was in good spirits, my recovery was only just beginning – friends who see me and speak to me on a regular basis report that I’m much improved from how I was a month ago.

    My hair, my skin, my nails, my teeth, my breath, my sweat and most importantly, my brain – all of these things are completely different, now that I’m not glugging gallons of booze and popping loads of pills.

    I cringe with shame a little bit, to think that I made myself very exposed and vulnerable at a time when I was very unwell – the public got a little bit of a behind-the-scenes peek at me when I was extremely poorly. You can go digging in the archives, if it pleases you, or you can take my word for it: there’s no surprises and there should be no pleasure in gawping at somebody when they’re sick.

    If we’ve not spoken for a while, I highly recommend that you get in contact and we actually speak on the phone – my email is nick@manicgrant.com. You might be very surprised to learn that your friend is in possession of most of his marbles, and not the raving lunatic that you might have guessed I would be, after such a traumatic couple of years.

    Recovery selfie

    Here’s another one for the photo album, taken only seconds ago. My left eye is not yet 100% and I’m still suffering a lot of brain fog and other recovery-related problems – it’ll be a month or two before I’m fighting fit. My face still tics when I’m stressed, but it’s less pronounced.

    I’m struggling with horrible anxiety, depression and confusion; memory problems. None of this is a surprise to me – it’s to be expected, given what I’ve been through and I’m still going through.

    I’ve got no idea what I’m really writing about, or what my purpose is now. Is this still the world’s longest suicide note, or am I now campaigning to end the stigmatisation and discrimination that our less fortunate members of society must face: the mentally ill, alcoholics, drug addicts and homeless people… the dregs that nobody wants to touch with a bargepole. I know that I want to be the voice of the voiceless, although I know how clichéd that sounds.

    I’m swimming through a fog of confusion, but I know I’m slowly getting better.

     

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  • Neuroplasticity

    This is a story about self healing…

    Messed up

    Does brain damage mean game over? Is it right to write off somebody who has suffered brain lesions, neurotoxicity, a stroke etc. etc.?

    At one time, my left eyelid had started to droop and I had a pretty bad facial tic. My body jerked and shook with pseudo-Parkinsonian symptoms. My speech was slow and slurred. No wonder I was treated as if I was as good as dead, right?

    But you know what? With good diet & sleep, you can quickly recover your heath, depending on the severity of your situation.

    Bizarrely, I was able to get a job and get through an eventful and highly stressful re-entry into the working world, while my poor brain was busily trying to repair itself. How is that even possible?

    I’ve done the same job for the best part of 20 years. In fact, my friend Ben taught me how to program a computer when we were 12 years old, and I’d been messing around with computers since my first forays onto my friend Joe’s Dad’s Apple Mac, in 1985.

    With repetition, your brain lays down pathways that become more permanent with age. Neural pruning – the loss of less used connections between brain cells – makes your brain into something that has become well adapted for the common tasks you perform. Some people call this “muscle memory” but of course it’s your brain, not your muscles, that has the memories. Practice makes permanent, as they say. Just like riding a bike.

    So, I relied on instincts and techniques, knowledge and experience that has been unchanging for my whole working life. I still use the same job search technique, the same interview technique, and the job of developing software is unchanged, despite the constant creation of new acronyms and jargon for things that do exactly the same job in exactly the same way.

    Just like riding a bike, I was able to navigate the corporate landscape and just about get away with a day job that involved my damaged brain pulling the levers to operate the battered mince-puppet that was my body, in a vaguely convincing way, to cover up the fact that I was basically at death’s door.

    With physiotherapy for the body, your recovery can be improved, and I’m sure that brain training exercises would be useful for those with brain injuries, but the stimulation of trying to get myself off the streets and escape bankruptcy and destitution was challenging and stimulating enough.

    Fundamentally, time is the great healer. The brain is a homeostatic organ that will try to restore itself to a stable base state, once external forces are no longer pulling it hither and thither. I was able to have nearly 6 months abstinent from stimulants and over 3 months abstinent from alcohol, in order to give my brain a fighting chance of finding equilibrium again.

    But, just as important as cessation of putting powerful narcotics into my body, was stopping drinking tea & coffee, as well as other caffeinated beverages. Even though my brain screamed out for stimulants, because it was going through withdrawal, they are terrible things when your brain needs to adapt and heal.

    Caffeine is very bad for your neuroplasticity. That is to say, the ability of the remaining undamaged neurons in your brain to try to compensate for whatever trauma it has suffered, and repair itself. Caffeine impairs your ability to recover.

    If you have some boring repetitive task to perform again & again, then caffeine is your drug. Once you’ve mastered the simple steps that most jobs require, the boredom becomes unbearable. Caffeine solves this problem, and allows us to maintain concentration on the most mind-numbing dumbarsery that ever disgraced the working world.

    Most of the world is just doing stupid shit, time & again, because they’re in a trance-like state performing repetitive actions and making the same old mistakes over & over, because they’ve medicated themselves up to the eyeballs with the powerful stimulant called caffeine.

    By stopping my caffeine intake, I was able to recover from the symptoms of fairly harrowing neurological damage, spot patterns in my behaviour and even re-learn new healthy behaviour. I genuinely believe that this would not have been possible, with caffeine in my life.

    I did supplement my diet heavily with amino acid building blocks:

    • 5-HTP to help my serotonergic system
    • L-Tyrosine to help my dopaminergic system
    • Phenylalanine to help my adrenal / epinephrine system

    I ate vast quantities of biltong (dried beef) and other protein supplements, to give my body everything it could possibly need to repair itself, and replenish its stores.

    In theory, I should have been left in a permanently psychotic state, with delusions, paranoia, inability to emotionally regulate, facial tics, poor concentration, poor memory, nerve damage on one side of my face etc. etc.

    However, I put out the fire before it consumed me. When somebody is sick, you don’t write them off and watch them wither and die. That’s immoral!

    I was watching a Louis Theroux documentary, and one hospital patient they followed was declared brain dead after he asphyxiated from a heroin overdose. The doctors were absolutely certain there was no hope, and that the life support systems should be switched off. I agreed, and I thought it was madness that the family were holding out any hope at all. After 37 days, the young man in a coma woke up. His family saved him from a premature and unnecessary death, by refusing to cut off his life support.

    My life support has come in the form of kind strangers, policemen, nurses, doctors and indeed unwitting work colleagues, who have been willing to overlook the immediate situation and imagine that things can and will get better, given time and opportunity.

    I’m physically, neurologically, a completely different beast to who and what I was a little over a year ago, when I was totally fucked.

     

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  • Ding! Ding! Round Two!

    This is a story about comebacks…

    New home of Fintech

    I have very little memory of the last couple of weeks, or maybe even the last couple of months. I’ve basically been backed into a corner, shaking with the stress and feeling of being totally overwhelmed by the task of having to deal with all the things that couldn’t be put off any longer.

    The ‘pinnacle‘ or culmination of this breakdown period, was when bailiffs entered my flat in order to cut off my gas & electricity, for non-payment of bills. The bills, naturally, had remained in a pile of unopened post, with me none the wiser as to the growing threat of this debt collection. Of course, I knew that the bills had to be dealt with sooner or later, but the crisis point happened to be reached just as I was sleeping off the ‘hangover‘ of the last three months silliness.

    I’ve basically been asleep for about 2 weeks, because I started taking Mirtazepine, which is an atypical antidepressant which was prescribed to me years ago, and I thought was OK at the time, but addiction issues kinda derailed me from taking it on a proper regular basis. This time around, I found that it helped me to get to sleep, and then carry on sleeping as a stress avoidance tactic, for much of the following day, until there were only a few hours of evening to fill before I could take my next dose.

    Sleeping Pills

    This medication was not prescribed to me for depression. It wasn’t prescribed to me at all in fact. I prescribed it to myself to treat drug withdrawal symptoms, after a hefty period of abusing legal benzodiazepines and Supercrack. I’m not exactly sure when this crazy new UK law comes into place, pretty much banning anything that’s psychoactive, but I don’t want to be trapped into being dependent on something that’s illegal.

    As it stands at the moment, it has been over a year since I have accessed the Dark Web and I’d like it to stay that way. The Dark Web can end up being unhealthy window-shopping for a former junkie, and then eventually, in a moment of weakness, disguised envelopes containing all manner of disruptive troublemaking can be wending their merry way to you through the postal system. That’s a situation I definitely want to avoid.

    Withdrawing from Mirtazepine was extremely unpleasant. I was overwhelmed with anxiety and insomnia. I’m hoping tonight will be better, but today, at least I didn’t have the daytime sleepiness and lethargy that allowed me to spend the best part of 2 weeks in bed. I even made the bailiffs come and collect a credit card from my grubby mitts, while I lay in my pit of despair.

    Rollercoaster

    You see that slight upswing at the end of March? Hopefully that delimits the end of months of depression and drug abuse, and the beginning of a period of productivity. I’ve tackled some of the most pressing stuff that had to be done today, and if I can steer clear of the medications/research-chemicals that seem to make all your troubles go away, then things can continue, provided I don’t become totally overwhelmed by stress and anxiety.

    It feels like the Government is testing us, risking our lives, to discover what happens when they pull the rug out from under our feet. The shoddy, hole-filled ‘safety net‘ has finally been so undermined, that nobody could possibly consider it an option, no matter how dire their circumstances. Get better or die, is the Government’s unspoken mantra.

    Personally, it is long overdue, me pushing myself to find more contract work or even something permanent, provided it isn’t going to grate and gnaw at my soul so intolerably, that there’s little point as the outcome would be entirely predictable.

    I say “long overdue” but that’s a little unfair on myself. The winter, plus the timing of losing my contract were particularly hard on me, coupled with the fact I was completely exhausted from efforts expended on the doomed HSBC Customer Due Diligence project anyway. I did need some time to rest and recuperate. There were chances to get straight back on the horse, and I would have done if fortune had favoured those opportunities, but the optimism of November of last year quickly turned into resignation about the wasted 6 or so weeks of Xmas build up and early New Year ‘dead spot‘ in the recruitment calendar.

    I actually feel reasonably awake and alert, and not totally overwhelmed when my thoughts turn to my todo list. I know that my suit and shirts are dry cleaned and shoes are shone, ready for action, and even that doesn’t worry me now that the clocks have sprung forward and the weather can surely only improve from this point (famous last words!).

    I know that I’d dearly like to see my Sister & Mum, now that I’m a bit more well. Too many broken promises and wasted good intentions in the last few months, so I’m not going to rush at anything, especially as my sister was really cross at me recently, using my parents words. It’s easy to discredit and undermine a person’s character when they’re keeping themselves a safe distance away from yourself.

    I know my blog has been my refuge and something solid to grab onto during some pretty wild storms, and it upsets my sister that I have seemingly had so much time to blog, but I hope you’ll be seeing a return to consistency and continuity that went awry during the turbulent first months of 2016. Let’s see where it takes me next, and I hope it’s informative and entertaining for those following at home.

    Manic Doge

    So deep think. Much complicated. Very story to tell. Wow!

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