I feel like I should do a proper introduction to this blog. My last post was about an anniversary so it seemed appropriate to post it on the day itself but it does mean that I missed the opportunity to do the “Hello, I’m Malcolm…” intro.
Hello, I’m Malcolm from Scotland. I’m 24 and I suffered two spontaneous cerebellar brain haemorrhages in my teenage years, one near the beginning and one near the end of them. I’m still affected by the aftermath of them everyday but not to the extent of the last 10 years.
My vague plan for this is to write about that time. I have a few milestone events in mind which might be interesting to write about but I’m also going to try and write about some of the day to day things. Things like school and friends, physio, occupational and hydrotherapy and the days when I was unable to do anything at all. I say “try to” because my memory of the “hospital times” after each brain haemorrhage is a bit ‘hit or miss’ but I’ll do my best. I’ve written some things about it before but only ever shown a few people. I sort of enjoyed it and while it was always hard to get started, once I got going it was quite therapeutic.
A big part of the reason I want to do this is because when I was 18 and it happened for the second time, no one really knew what was going on with me. The medical people, I mean. There was (and, as far as I know, still is) nothing to indicate a connection between the two haemorrhages or even what had caused either of them. So rather than dwell on the medical side of things I started to look for first person stories of brain haemorrhage recovery and eventually decided to write my own. After a few years of practice, here we are.
It’s a bitter sweet truth that the parts I can remember in the most detail are the worst and the best. From some of the nastier hospital times to the quiet (on the outside) joy of walking along a street without a walking aid for the first time in years, I plan to write about all of it.
I decided on Malcolm’s Mind Leaks as the title for this because, while being an incredible pun on brain haemorrhages, it means I can write about other things as well. I just don’t know what they’ll be yet.