But still. It was. Where? Someone quoting his neurologist, in a little bus on the way to my new therapy, 'Hersenz' (roughly translated as Brainz). I started Hersenz in April, and when it's going on, I have very little energy to do anything else with my life. At the moment I've taken vacation leave for a while, so I'm living. Unfortunately, that's about to end again :) Monday the new therapy starts, on energy. You need lots of energy to go to the therapy. I definitely hope to better learn how to deal with these 35 billion+ impressions. Which before the brain hemorrhage, seemed to be done quite easily by my brains. I was filtering relevant information out all the time. I could easily be at a party with lots of noise and flurry, until the deep hours of the night. But since then, boy, has it become a problem. I can't handle screaming kids, or loud music, or the noise of airplanes flying low, about to land. Car rides exhaust me, or bumpy roads while I'm biking. The garbage smell drifting from my neighbor's yard drives me insane, or the hint of garbage smell in my own kitchen. I need so much sleep, sometimes I think - today I've slept more than that I'm awake! Good grief. Well, thankfully I'm about to learn what to do about all of this. While I stop living for a while...
Do you realize it? You feeling it at the moment? Poof, poof, poof, bang, bang, bang – 35 billion, at least. It is, so I've been told, the amount of impressions a new-born processes. Every second. And for me as a 31 year old, this amount lies much, much higher. I can't even begin to slightly fathom the idea of such a number. It makes me wonder how for heaven's sake they ever measured this... whether this number is not a few billions too high (or too low), if it makea a difference whether you've had the impression ('garbage smell') about 50.000.000.000.000.000 times already. These kinds of facts are NOT something you should randomly throw at my head.
But still. It was. Where? Someone quoting his neurologist, in a little bus on the way to my new therapy, 'Hersenz' (roughly translated as Brainz). I started Hersenz in April, and when it's going on, I have very little energy to do anything else with my life. At the moment I've taken vacation leave for a while, so I'm living. Unfortunately, that's about to end again :) Monday the new therapy starts, on energy. You need lots of energy to go to the therapy. I definitely hope to better learn how to deal with these 35 billion+ impressions. Which before the brain hemorrhage, seemed to be done quite easily by my brains. I was filtering relevant information out all the time. I could easily be at a party with lots of noise and flurry, until the deep hours of the night. But since then, boy, has it become a problem. I can't handle screaming kids, or loud music, or the noise of airplanes flying low, about to land. Car rides exhaust me, or bumpy roads while I'm biking. The garbage smell drifting from my neighbor's yard drives me insane, or the hint of garbage smell in my own kitchen. I need so much sleep, sometimes I think - today I've slept more than that I'm awake! Good grief. Well, thankfully I'm about to learn what to do about all of this. While I stop living for a while...
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Mattanja OosterhuisHaving grown up in diverse places on earth, I suppose I've learned to make the best of what comes my way. Such as a hemorrhage. After this bleeding in my head occurred in dec. 2010, my life has come to look different. On my blog I write about some of this. Archives
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