A Story from Japan

A Story from Japan

I was warned. Those planning the event told me not to take it personally. Before they explained the details, I was already starting to take it personally. They informed me of the nation’s reluctance to discuss epilepsy. Fathers refused to allow their children to admit...
Epilepsy and Visits with Your Dentist

Epilepsy and Visits with Your Dentist

“Don’t forget your sunglasses.” My iPhone calendar reminds me of my appointments. It also reminds me of specific needs related to my life with epilepsy and a damaged brain. I wrote about trips to the dentist office as an uncomfortable place for many...
More Suggestions from a Damaged Brain

More Suggestions from a Damaged Brain

As I mentioned in the previous blog, and as all who know me know, I am not a doctor. Underwater isn’t a medical journal. My confessions are not advice from an expert. But this story has taught me many lessons. Here are a few more suggestions that have helped me:...
Suggestions from a Damaged Brain

Suggestions from a Damaged Brain

I am not a doctor. Underwater isn’t a medical journal. My confessions are not advice from an expert. But this story has taught me many lessons. Here are some suggestions that have helped me: * Rest well and often. * Drink water. * Exercise. If walking is all you can...
Father’s Day: Thankful

Father’s Day: Thankful

I’m thankful for my father. After many years living miles apart, I enjoy being near him again. I’m thankful for my father-in-law. He has been a friend since welcoming me into his family. I’m thankful for my grandfathers. I miss them both but I drive...
Thoughts on Underwater by Gary Rice

Thoughts on Underwater by Gary Rice

If you think Underwater is a book just for those who are dealing with illness or brain injury, you would be wrong. There are so many insights to everyday life for everyone in this book by Chris Maxwell.  I found the parallels in Chris’ medical adventure to echo the...
Clarke Sowell’s Thoughts on Underwater

Clarke Sowell’s Thoughts on Underwater

It’s 4:30 AM. Most of the world is asleep, resting for their day to come. Not Chris Maxwell. He’s up. He’s swimming upstream, not placated by the pain of memories brutally familiar. He invites us. He gestures that we come and see the mystery submerged below our...