CRASH! Excerpts

CAR — The Finale

C.A.R. — The Finale I sit up in the bath. I pull back the shower curtain that has been cocooning me in my bath. I twist the drain control and the water quickly starts draining out of the tub. I place my right hand on the bottom of the tub, slightly behind me. I rotate…

On Being Bi-Polar

It is 4 in the morning. I am listening to the rain piss down on the stone tiles outside my room. The balcony door is open a foot and the 27 degree Celsius, muggy tropic air wafts in. I have been awake since 2 a.m. And, IT is happening again. IT being the return of…

P is for PTSD

P is for PTSD The taxi pulled up in front of my daughter’s home. I was waiting on the porch at the side. Shivering in the cold. My breath making clouds of cold steam. I hurried to the taxi, cane in left hand, small travelling bag in right hand. I opened the right front passenger…

Preface

Preface I started this memoir when I was a patient on Unit 58, Neuro Rehabilitation, of the Foothills Medical Center in Calgary, Alberta. Sunday, September nineteenth, twenty ten I wrote these lines, “Dr. Manfred von Neumann was a prick. A very capable prick but a prick nonetheless. Manny, as he was known to his peers.” I…

Brandi's Bequest

I last saw Brandi when she was swimming with me in the VRRI pool. It was over the noon hour, January sixth, twenty eleven. She made the appointment for the swim at our last session just before Christmas twenty ten. Brandi was the Recreation Therapist assigned to me by the CAR program. I still remember…