Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Walking While Others Fly

An osprey soars overhead.
For anyone interested in following my rehab progress, from now on I'm going to be posting links to the Tumblrs of my walking pics. Once a week, Keith and I walk through beautiful gardens and nature reserves. Sometimes the photos show me climbing steep inclines and uneven terrain, more hikes than walks. And they're often filled with wildlife, such as last Sunday's walk at the Sepulveda Basin Wildlife Reserve.

Sepulveda is one of our favorite places to walk. It's part of the Pacific Flyway, and as such, it's usually chock-a-block with birders. And in the case of last Sunday, as we walked with Keith's mom Joella, the reserve was carpeted with large birds of different stripes...or spots.

Here's the linkhttp://comachameleon2013.tumblr.com/

PS: The ground is perfectly flat at Sepulveda, but the hiking sticks are basically double canes which allow my to walk farther before I grow tired.

1 comment:

  1. Wow! This is an interesting topic.The walk while other fly.This is a great story when i was reading in the matric class books, and also I write Master Thesis Writing Service to help the students to secure the highest grades at thier academic carrier.


Thank you for your comment!

Contact me!


Email *

Message *

Coma Girl

Coma Girl

Not a miracle recovery, but a miracle of modern medicine

In 2013 I fell into a six-week coma and nearly died after I contracted legionella. The Legionnaire's disease was in turn triggered by immunosuppression caused by the prednisone I was taking for my rare autoimmune disease, dermatomyositis.

I suffered a series of strokes on both sides of my brain when the sepsis caused my blood pressure to plummet. I fell into a deep coma. My kidneys and lungs began to fail, as my body was began dying one organ at a time. My doctors told my loved ones to give up hope for my full recovery. They expected me to die, and even if I somehow lived, I would remain a vegetable or at best left so hopelessly brain-damaged that I would never be same. But unbeknownst to them, while they were shining lights in my eyes and shaking their heads, I was telling them in my coma-dream--my secular version of a near-death experience--to leave me alone because I was trying to get back to sleep. I was experiencing what is known as covert cognition, the subject of my Skeptical Inquirer article "Covert Cognition: My So-Called Near-Death Experience," which appeared in their July/August issue.

But it wasn't a miracle--despite what so many continue to believe--that I recovered so fully. I owe my life not to God, but the miracles of modern medicine, as well as the nature of the watershed-area brain damage I suffered, as I detailed in my article and in this blog.