Rowan’s Law Day

Four years ago, I fell hard. Literally. I fell backwards and down into a recessed patio and hit head first. I’m 5’5″ and the patio had four steps, so my head fell well over 6′ before cracking on the brick. It was June and the air conditioning was on, but my mom heard the noise from inside despite the windows being closed. My ex-husband and girls’ dad watched it happen and tried to reach me before I fell. He watched me fall with my arms doing circles in the air. I remember the pain but I didn’t lose consciousness. I curled into a ball rocking and holding my head. I was immediately nauseated and my head was bleeding pretty bad. When the ambulance came, I remember telling the paramedic that she might want to move because I was going to throw up. My sister was a paramedic, but I had never been in an ambulance. It was an intense experience to say the least.

Backyard patio.
This is the recessed patio from the walkout basement at our old house. I was standing where the plant is in the bottom right corner (at the top of the retaining wall) when I fell and hit my head on the brick. I hit my head right where my daughters are having dinner–the table wasn’t there at the time. To give perspective, there are 6 beams/posts stacked for the retaining wall opposite where I was standing (back of the photo). That’s at least 2 feet tall, plus another 5 and a half feet (my height). So picture me falling from the top of the retaining wall, backwards and down, hitting head first.

At the hospital, they put 3 staples in my head. The doctor had to wait for me to stop throwing up before they could proceed. He asked me if I wanted freezing first, in which case we would have to wait another half hour. I said I would just grin and bear it for the sake of 2 staples. Yes, that’s right. He initially said 2 and then gave me a bonus staple for good measure. It’s exactly like what you would picture in your mind. A heavy duty stapler being popped into your damaged and bleeding head. The silver lining is that he didn’t shave or cut my hair.

Then the doctor noticed that my left eye was swelling and turning purple. He started asking questions about how I fell. “Did your arm come up and hit you in the face? Were you holding something in your hand?” No one could quite tell me why my eye was black. It was actually a friend of mine at a holiday dinner several months later who said, “That’s physics. Your brain gave you a black eye from the inside out.” I also believe he used my story as an example in class. You’re welcome!

As a side note, I’ve always had headaches. Usually migraines, but all kinds of headaches from a very young age. This was nothing like I had experienced before. The closest I can come to describing it is that the concussion was a headache from the outside in while my other headaches were from the inside out. It was a pain that I couldn’t alleviate. I took ibuprofen as advised and used ice packs. I couldn’t keep my eyes open for very long and any noise would cause even more pain. As I gradually recovered, I found that I needed sunglasses and a hat to shield my eyes. When I started to work again, I could only do a half hour to start. I slept and rested.

I thought once I “recovered” it would be over. I saw so many doctors and all I heard was “give it time”. I was given medication for chronic pain by a neurologist, I was treated by a chiropractor, my eyes were tested by an ophthalmologist. I felt I would never get back to “normal” and that I would simply have to accept the new me. The new me was extra sensitive to lights and sounds, she couldn’t listen to more than one noise at a time, she had difficulty concentrating especially when fatigued, she was irritable, she was almost always in pain (except maybe when sleeping), her memory was worse than normal, and she had trouble finding words. To be quite honest, she was a shadow of her former self. A dark shadow.

And just when I thought I was learning to cope and adjust to my new normal, I hit my head again. Not even that hard, but it was enough to set me back again. This cycle happened a few times over the past 4 years, until (once again, feeling fairly good) my daughter jumped onto my lap and bonked my chin with her head. This couldn’t be the rest of my life. I shouldn’t have to be afraid of being close to anyone or anything, should I? I should be able to play with my children, no?

On this, Rowan’s Law Day, I write this post about concussions, traumatic brain injury (TBI), and post-concussion syndrome (PCS). If you’ve never had one of these, you really have no idea what it’s like. “Rowan’s Law Day” is in honour of the memory of Rowan Stringer, commemorated on the last Wednesday in September to raise awareness about concussions and concussion safety. Rowan Stringer was a 17-year-old Ottawa rugby player who experienced 3 head injuries in 6 days and died from second impact syndrome (catastrophic swelling of the brain) (Government of Ontario, n.d.). I am on a mission to bring understanding to everyone so they can support the people in their lives who might be suffering. It’s not a “trend” or “fad” and it’s certainly not limited to professional athletes (though I will say, I don’t know how they ever play again after going through this). If anyone can learn from my experience, I would be grateful and happy.

But this post is also about the light at the end of the tunnel–hope. I found little to no help from traditional medicine and had to seek out alternative therapies on my own. As luck would have it, I finally found help. I learned about Irlen® Syndrome from 3 different people in the last year and the most recent person linked it directly to concussions. And I thought, “maybe I should be tested”. What is Irlen® Syndrome? You can read about it on my website here or at www.irlen.com.

What I want you to know though is that, for the first time in 4 years, I have hope. Hope that my brain can actually recover. I am more myself today than I have been in years. I’m not popping ibuprofen every day multiple times, I’m not falling asleep with an ice pack behind my head, I’m not nearly as irritable (unless it’s before my morning coffee!), and I have my words back (yay!).

I am able to handle so much more and function without “coping” and shortcuts. I used to try and rest as much as possible so that when my girls came home I would be there for them, but then was debilitated afterward. And most of all, I’m not in pain all the time. You don’t realize how much pain you’re tolerating until it’s gone. There are many things that can and have helped me along the way: Bioflex Laser Therapy, physiotherapy, massage, Cannabidiol (CBD) oil, but Irlen® spectral filters are one very big piece in the puzzle.

References:

Government of Ontario. (n.d.). Rowan’s Law Day. Retrieved October 19, 2021, from https://www.ontario.ca/page/rowans-law-day.

4 thoughts on “Rowan’s Law Day

  1. Marcia, we are very sorry you have suffered so much. We heard about your fall and that it was taking a toll on your life, but never realized all the other problems that went with it. Hopefully your wonderful life is returning now and you can enjoy your little ones to the fullest. Love and hugs Elaine and Vic

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  2. I had not been aware that there was a specific bring awareness day, Rowan’s Law Day. Thank you for that insight. I really like the blue lenses glasses and I am glad that they are helping. Another great post, thanks for sharing.

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