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Hello, my name is Jimmy Creel. In 1988,
on Halloween night, I had a horrific
accident. In an instant my life changed
forever and I was disabled. Like many of
you, I lived in a wheel chair for 4 years
after my wreck in 1988. When you 'live in'
a wheel chair, comfort, style, and function
are serious necessities, not just wants.
Today, many insurance companies as
well as Medicare pay for wheel chairs,
beds, lifts, and much more. We've been
hard at work and have partnered up with
some of the best supplies in the country!
on Halloween night, I had a horrific
accident. In an instant my life changed
forever and I was disabled. Like many of
you, I lived in a wheel chair for 4 years
after my wreck in 1988. When you 'live in'
a wheel chair, comfort, style, and function
are serious necessities, not just wants.
Today, many insurance companies as
well as Medicare pay for wheel chairs,
beds, lifts, and much more. We've been
hard at work and have partnered up with
some of the best supplies in the country!
In the first few months during my recovery, my family lived with the
uncertainty of whether or not I would ever wake up from the coma or
for that matter, ever come home. They made daily trips to the
hospital, and would sit by my bed and talk to me, read stories, and
exercise my limbs (the nurses did not because they believed it was a
waste of vital resources). In late February of 1989, I woke up. I was
confused, I had shrunk to skin and bones, and was a mere shell of
my former self. When I finally understood what had happened to me, I
could have succumbed to depression and felt sorry for myself. [I
could have rejected everyone’s help and become a very bitter
person. I didn't because I felt the love of family and friends.] My dad
began bringing me milk shakes to the hospital because I had lost so
much weight. Over time, the hospital released me and allowed my
family to take me home, in a wheel chair. A wheel chair, the single
most device that no one ever wants to be in. And a device that I was
determined to get out of. Coming out of the chair was undoubtedly
the most difficult thing I ever did in my life.
During my own recovery process, my parents had purchased an
electric wheel chair, orthopedic splints for the hands, arms, and legs,
walkers, canes, lift for the van, medical bed, shower/commode chair,
ramps, and so much more. They had moved me into the room off the
den, which was easier for them to take care of me. It had a large
shower, rest room and plenty of space. The doorways and archway in
the kitchen accommodated the electric wheelchair. Keith, my
neighbor, began to walk me down the block where we lived and
stretched my arms. He did this almost every day for about 3 years (I
let him have the weekends off). I underwent physical therapy at the
Lakeshore Foundation in Birmingham, Alabama. With intensive
physical therapy and Keith's help, I began walking. It was a grueling
experience, and quite painful, but well worth the effort. So many
months of being in the coma without professional physical therapy (to
keep my muscles from atrophying) had caused severe muscle
spasticity and a build up of calcium in the joints. While I was in the
coma, my hands were closed so tight that my fingernails cut into the
palms of my hands. I eventually had to have surgery to remove the
calcium buildup and wear a number of splints to straighten out my
fingers. More often than not, I fell flat of my face, but I persisted. I
went to the pool and worked out in the pool at Lakeshore. Above and
beyond, I found this to be the best therapy of all. You don’t need
balance in the water and it’s easier to move around in. I enjoyed the
water so much, that I took scuba-diving lessons and became a
certified diver. I continued to push my rehabilitation to the limit. This
persistence paid off. After four long years of being in a wheel chair,
therapy, surgery, splints, and, walkers, I managed to walk on my own.
It was’t perfect but I was mobile again and that is a wonderful feeling.
When the therapy was over, I was left with a fairly extreme gait that
made it difficult to walk on uneven surfaces and maneuvering around
obstacles was very difficult. But I did it!
uncertainty of whether or not I would ever wake up from the coma or
for that matter, ever come home. They made daily trips to the
hospital, and would sit by my bed and talk to me, read stories, and
exercise my limbs (the nurses did not because they believed it was a
waste of vital resources). In late February of 1989, I woke up. I was
confused, I had shrunk to skin and bones, and was a mere shell of
my former self. When I finally understood what had happened to me, I
could have succumbed to depression and felt sorry for myself. [I
could have rejected everyone’s help and become a very bitter
person. I didn't because I felt the love of family and friends.] My dad
began bringing me milk shakes to the hospital because I had lost so
much weight. Over time, the hospital released me and allowed my
family to take me home, in a wheel chair. A wheel chair, the single
most device that no one ever wants to be in. And a device that I was
determined to get out of. Coming out of the chair was undoubtedly
the most difficult thing I ever did in my life.
During my own recovery process, my parents had purchased an
electric wheel chair, orthopedic splints for the hands, arms, and legs,
walkers, canes, lift for the van, medical bed, shower/commode chair,
ramps, and so much more. They had moved me into the room off the
den, which was easier for them to take care of me. It had a large
shower, rest room and plenty of space. The doorways and archway in
the kitchen accommodated the electric wheelchair. Keith, my
neighbor, began to walk me down the block where we lived and
stretched my arms. He did this almost every day for about 3 years (I
let him have the weekends off). I underwent physical therapy at the
Lakeshore Foundation in Birmingham, Alabama. With intensive
physical therapy and Keith's help, I began walking. It was a grueling
experience, and quite painful, but well worth the effort. So many
months of being in the coma without professional physical therapy (to
keep my muscles from atrophying) had caused severe muscle
spasticity and a build up of calcium in the joints. While I was in the
coma, my hands were closed so tight that my fingernails cut into the
palms of my hands. I eventually had to have surgery to remove the
calcium buildup and wear a number of splints to straighten out my
fingers. More often than not, I fell flat of my face, but I persisted. I
went to the pool and worked out in the pool at Lakeshore. Above and
beyond, I found this to be the best therapy of all. You don’t need
balance in the water and it’s easier to move around in. I enjoyed the
water so much, that I took scuba-diving lessons and became a
certified diver. I continued to push my rehabilitation to the limit. This
persistence paid off. After four long years of being in a wheel chair,
therapy, surgery, splints, and, walkers, I managed to walk on my own.
It was’t perfect but I was mobile again and that is a wonderful feeling.
When the therapy was over, I was left with a fairly extreme gait that
made it difficult to walk on uneven surfaces and maneuvering around
obstacles was very difficult. But I did it!
First, if this has happened to you or someone you love, it is absolutely
necessary for the family, caretakers, and injured person to seek or
have an emotional outlet. Talk to friends, family, your pastor, a
support group, or therapist to help you get through this. Don’t go it
alone. If you have medical questions, click here! At the time of my
accident, most of my family was traveling abroad. Fortunately, my
sister, MJ, was still home. When she arrived at the hospital, they
asked her if she knew what I was wearing. Of course she did, she
helped me design my Flasher costume. My wife said NOT to publish it.
I was young. It must have been a sight for the paramedics and nurses
to see. I don’t remember much about that night because I received
what they called a closed head trauma and I was in a coma. It was
an injury to the brain that affected every aspect of speech, sight,
movement, touch, and smell. Basically, my body had shut down to
repair itself. I came out of the coma about four months later. I couldn't
comprehend what was going on around me or exactly what kind of
physical state I was in. I’m one of the fortunate few that actually
survives such an injury to the brain and to eventually pull out of it
enough to have some semblance of a life. I thank God, my family, my
friends, my church, and neighbors for the love, help, and care I
received. If you've had a family member or friend, that has had the
same type of injury, this page is full of supplies that you will need
when they come home from the hospital.
necessary for the family, caretakers, and injured person to seek or
have an emotional outlet. Talk to friends, family, your pastor, a
support group, or therapist to help you get through this. Don’t go it
alone. If you have medical questions, click here! At the time of my
accident, most of my family was traveling abroad. Fortunately, my
sister, MJ, was still home. When she arrived at the hospital, they
asked her if she knew what I was wearing. Of course she did, she
helped me design my Flasher costume. My wife said NOT to publish it.
I was young. It must have been a sight for the paramedics and nurses
to see. I don’t remember much about that night because I received
what they called a closed head trauma and I was in a coma. It was
an injury to the brain that affected every aspect of speech, sight,
movement, touch, and smell. Basically, my body had shut down to
repair itself. I came out of the coma about four months later. I couldn't
comprehend what was going on around me or exactly what kind of
physical state I was in. I’m one of the fortunate few that actually
survives such an injury to the brain and to eventually pull out of it
enough to have some semblance of a life. I thank God, my family, my
friends, my church, and neighbors for the love, help, and care I
received. If you've had a family member or friend, that has had the
same type of injury, this page is full of supplies that you will need
when they come home from the hospital.
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People get closed head injuries every day from auto accidents (#1
cause), sports like football and boxing, diving in pool or ponds that
are too shallow, riding motorcycles and 4-wheelers, falling down
stairs, and the list goes on. In the U.S. alone, more than 570,000
people succumb to traumatic brain injuries (TBI's). That's about
15% of people who enter the emergency rooms. Traumatic injuries
are the leading cause of death in adults aged 45 and older and
young children. Head injuries like mine, cause immediate death in
25% of cases, around 100,000 a year, so those of us who survive,
are blessed. The worst of head injuries, penetrating intracranial
injuries, are more deadly and have worse outcomes. In up to 38% of
cases of TBI, the driver's alcohol or drug use contributes to the
accident and injuries of young children. Statistically, TBI's cause more
than 90,000 new disability cases per year. Among those, 2,500 are in
a persistent vegetative state, requiring constant care, where most of
them remain in a medical facility. The U.S. incurs more than $75-100
billion a year due to disability, Medicare, and Medicaid costs for TBI
patients. That includes extensive long-term rehabilitation for
non-vegetative patients, medical supplies, assistance and long-term
care for vegetative patients.
Closed head traumas are either primary or secondary. A primary
injury is the direct result of trauma to the head. A secondary injury
results from side effects from a head trauma or hypotension,
acidosis, edema, hypoxia, ischemia or other factors that affect the
brain. Primary injuries cause epidural or subdural hematoma,
subarachnoid or intraventricular hemorrhage or cerebral contusion. A
cerebral concussion is known as a mild TBI.
cause), sports like football and boxing, diving in pool or ponds that
are too shallow, riding motorcycles and 4-wheelers, falling down
stairs, and the list goes on. In the U.S. alone, more than 570,000
people succumb to traumatic brain injuries (TBI's). That's about
15% of people who enter the emergency rooms. Traumatic injuries
are the leading cause of death in adults aged 45 and older and
young children. Head injuries like mine, cause immediate death in
25% of cases, around 100,000 a year, so those of us who survive,
are blessed. The worst of head injuries, penetrating intracranial
injuries, are more deadly and have worse outcomes. In up to 38% of
cases of TBI, the driver's alcohol or drug use contributes to the
accident and injuries of young children. Statistically, TBI's cause more
than 90,000 new disability cases per year. Among those, 2,500 are in
a persistent vegetative state, requiring constant care, where most of
them remain in a medical facility. The U.S. incurs more than $75-100
billion a year due to disability, Medicare, and Medicaid costs for TBI
patients. That includes extensive long-term rehabilitation for
non-vegetative patients, medical supplies, assistance and long-term
care for vegetative patients.
Closed head traumas are either primary or secondary. A primary
injury is the direct result of trauma to the head. A secondary injury
results from side effects from a head trauma or hypotension,
acidosis, edema, hypoxia, ischemia or other factors that affect the
brain. Primary injuries cause epidural or subdural hematoma,
subarachnoid or intraventricular hemorrhage or cerebral contusion. A
cerebral concussion is known as a mild TBI.
In the process of learning how to walk again (with an extremely bad
gait) and use my left arm again, I sustained some joint damage, which
required surgery last year. When things get out of whack, and
sometimes they do, I use:
Oxmoor Chiropractic
Dr. Taylor Flannagan, DC
1021 Oxmoor Rd.
Homewood, AL 35209-5317
USA
drflann009@aol.com
(205) 870-3911
gait) and use my left arm again, I sustained some joint damage, which
required surgery last year. When things get out of whack, and
sometimes they do, I use:
Oxmoor Chiropractic
Dr. Taylor Flannagan, DC
1021 Oxmoor Rd.
Homewood, AL 35209-5317
USA
drflann009@aol.com
(205) 870-3911
