What Happens Immediately After the Injury?

My third child, Rebekah Abigail was killed instantly at age 27. She was in a fatal car accident that the prongs of a corn plow went through her windshield into her fronal lobe. Our daughter did not suffer, a blessing that she was taken so quickly. Because she was an organ donor she was kept on life support until they could harvest her organs, saving other lives. I have peace knowing we will see each other in Heaven one day. Becky had two older sisters, one younger sister and brother. She was gifted to us from God for 27 amazing years! Her cause of death was TBI. Sadly, her siblings still grieve over her passing. Interestingly, Rebekah had called me 2-3 weeks prior to her accident, telling me that "God is taking me home early...I wish to be buried in a pine box, no funeral, simply a celebration of life service". When I got that call in the middle of the night, I knew it was about Rebekah. Although she tried to warn me, I fell to my knees, ripping my nightgown in half, wailing until my husband and son heard me.

To this day I see Gerber Dasies everywhere (Becky's favorite flower), sometimes I even smell her or feel her presence frequently, which comforts me greatly!

My brother was on a bike and hit by a car and he was in ICU for 3-4 days. During the time, the doctor opened up his skull and cut off and removed a few parts of his damaged brain due to blood pressure and etc. Since the operation, my brother is still in a coma after 14 days.

The doctor had a scan for his brain 2 days ago and told us that he will never be fully recovered and the best outcome will be he is in a wheelchair and be able to eat.

My questions are:
- why did the doctor cut off and remove a few parts of the brain due to blood pressure instead of extracting the blood from his brain?
- will my brother has a better outcome than can only be able to eat in a wheelchair and not even knowing who he is?

Thanks, everyone.

my mom was in a motorbike accident. They hit the rail of a bridge and she flew 30 Meters down into a river bed landing on a rock. Her helmet was not even scratched. She was declared Dead on Arrival. The said blunt force trauma to the head. I went to identify her body and did not see any open wounds. What keep me up at night, she must have known flying in the air what was going to happen. If she injured her head on impact, would her brain still have been active

Hi, my brother is being shot on his head 3x so now for a week his been in ICU and we don't even allowed to see him because he is still under police supervision all I want to know is he going to make it out of ICU and gain memory in time? They said he needed more blood and got it on the 28th January 2021 after he was shot on the 26th January 2021.

My Cousin 18-year-old male In perfect health. Got stabbed, two knives to the heart which caused heart damage and also lack of oxygen to the brain. Doctors believe that he liked oxygen to the brain for 45 minutes prior to ambulance arrival. After his heart Mc surgery he is now in a coma. and we don’t know how much brain damage there he is no responding to any test that Dr's are doing. Is there any chance he will ever recover from it. I would like a professional opinion if there’s hope for this young kid who’s fighting for his life.

I was on my knees slowly going toward my dog, and my sister pushed me not too hard but medium. I hit the side/ front of my head on our pool table's edge. Nothing really happened at all but I got a headache and now about 14 hours later have a migraine. It feels like a thumping heartbeat in my head, and it is annoying. I got sleepy after like 6 hours from the hit, and yeah I don't know. My mom and everyone else says I will be fine, but I just can't fall asleep. I am too scared to have permanent damage since I am a very smart person who just wants to live my life happily.

My father is 58 years old he was in an Bike accident it has been 18 days and he is still in coma I m so stressed reading all day about the injury he sometimes opens his one eye moves his legs and hands My family is so tensed I wish this won't happen to anybody It's been a hell of trauma to my whole Family I cry every night thinking what could have happened how he could have been saved from the injury
God help us

My dad was only 50 years old newly sober from alcohol and I mean very new. He fell at home and hit his head and ended up bleeding out over a period of numerous hours without calling for help. When his mother found him two days later they had to call the polic my dad was only 50 years old newly sober from alcohol and I mean very new. He fell at home and hit his head and ended up bleeding out over a period of numerous hours without calling for help. When his mother found him two days later they had to Call out homicide detectives because of the amount of blood all over his house they thought somebody had murdered him. The detective reassured me six months later after the final autopsy that it was an accident that he just hit his head and was too confused to call for help how is this possible how do you not call for help

Mm, i dont think i had it that bad.. i flew off a snow tube, went up in the air, landed exactly upside down. I couldnt eat for a long time. I had spasms. Couldnt move. I couldnt understand 90% of what people were saying to me for 6 years. Anything that wasnt a direction I could not understand. I could work i just couldnt understand simply what "hello" meant. I didnt say anything. Couldnt remember who people were. I just remember throwing my shoulders backwards as possible and making my shoulders an attempted shield to my fall by jacking them up to get the brunt of it. I slid down the snow tube hill backwards, body up, on my neck and back of my head.. numb. Couldnt feel my tongue. I laughed when I was rescued. I remember all the inabilities I had and everyone bullying me. I got traumatised to no end. I could only do commands.. i barely could survive but I did. I had to act crazy to get people i didnt wanr near me away from me because I was so dumb that I didnt know my ABC's.. it sort of worked. Just overkill. Better than people getting closer to me and being vulnerable right. Everyone bullied me and accused me of doing heroin. That shit is nasty. Its funny because i hate drugs. Then i was accused of being a prostitute. I was stalked, bullied. All during a time i barely understood anything. I got stabbed in the back. It just goes on and on forever. I knew acting sort of. That was cool. I think I recovered after 7 years and was able to fully function again. Ptsd though, was not fun. Being abused for being stupid wasnt fun. It was being snuffed, and I didnt like it what so ever. 99% of people will kick a person with a spinal injury down and that is the truth, at least for this area.

July 16, 1996, I‘ve been told I was in a car wreck. I’ve been told I was in a coma. What I call my alive day, July 24, 1996, is the day I came out of the coma. I cracked the left side of my skull on the A post of my Wrangler. I broke both bones in my lower left arm. I was told it’s due to me trying to shield my head from the impact. My left leg was broken in 5 places, 2 of those were in the neck of the femur which could have been possible to cause my bone to die and resulting in my loosing my left leg. Thankfully that didn’t happen. I fractured my left hip. The muscle at the base of the femur degloved (that’s where there’s a severe and direct impact of great force, causing the muscle to be torn away from the skin and pushed aside.) That muscle is still displaced; it resides in the back of my leg rather than on the side. The doctors didn’t replace it because they didn’t believe I would recover. After waking from the coma, I had multiple nurses and doctors tell me I had a severe head trauma but nothing was ever said beyond that. I’ve only in the last 5-6 years learned that some of the issues I’ve had since then are related to the TBI. The insomnia that gets me every night is related to the TBI. The fact that I am an agoraphobic is another result. Crowded places, whether it be people or stuff makes me feel like I’m trapped and can’t move; can’t breathe. Going to new places is a huge issue for me. I have to do things in specific orders. If my routine is out of order, I will forget something. Such as in the morning when getting ready for work, if I put my hair up in a pony tail first, I’ll forget to brush my teeth and put on deodorant. If I put deodorant on first. I’ll forget to brush my teeth. If I don’t hang my keys up as soon as I walk in the door at home. I won’t remember where I’ve put them. I have issues when it comes to remembering numbers now. I have times when I’ll be asked a question, I’ll answer the question and not realize that I didn’t verbalize the answer. I apparently will think the answer in my head and fail to say the answer. That doesn’t happen very often. Often times, I can’t remember what something is called. Such as one night I was trying to describe the nice cool breeze coming through the skylight. I couldn’t remember skylight so I said “that hole in the ceiling with the cover over it”. I’ve forgotten my son’s name only twice in his life. I have a hard time remembering how old I am. I guess it’s the number thing. I’ve noticed that when I am very tired, I tend to stutter more than I usually do. If I’m stressed out, my insomnia worsens and I tend to forget words more often.

As much as I can’t remember things, I used to work at a county jail, passing medications. I had over 300 inmates to pass meds to and I could highlight their names on the rosters without going by the MAR to highlight their names. When they approached my med cart, I knew their names. I even knew what medication they received as well as the dosage. I could also remember their allergies which helped out a few times. I would point out to the doctors their about a script they’ve written to an inmate that they were allergic to.

In fact, all the locations in which I worked as a nurse, I could remember all my patients (and inmates), their medications and their allergies. I could also give you the brand name as well as generic names to all medications and I could list all their uses and adverse reactions, whether it be from the medical side or the mental health side.

I can tell you that none of my “symptoms” have worsen. I can’t say that they’ve improved. I can see a difference when I do those brain game puzzles.

When I worked at the jail, I met an officer that received a TBI a year after I received mine. He’s the one that taught me about my tbi. He’s the one that helped me realize that all those listed above were directly linked to the tbi. He helped me not feel so stupid when it came to those listed above.

There’s only two things that some people in my life have said to me that causes me to immediately get angry with them. That’s when they say it imply that I’m faking my symptoms. Also when they say “I know you don’t understand this....”. Although I do get angry with them for saying those to me, my anger never stays. I’m only angry for a few minutes.

When I first woke up from the coma, I didn’t know about anything past the elevators. I didn’t know outside. I didn’t know I had a home. I had to be reminded who my mother was when she first came to visit me. I basically started my life on the 24th of July in 1996 but whenever I heard a song, whether on the tv or the radio. I knew all the words to that song.