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A BOMB IN THE BRAIN

It’s now been three years since my last “normal” day — July 25, 2015. That evening, I enjoyed myself with friends at a party as — unbeknownst to me — my brain was imploding and filling with unwanted blood. The next morning, I collapsed waiting for a train on the platform of New London train station.

What had happened? To be technical about it, I was brought down by an acute trans-hemispheric subdural hematoma with herniation and mid-line shift. It falls into the category of traumatic brain injuries (TBIs), and it’s astonishing that I’m still alive, let alone able to walk by myself; talk with my friends, family, and strangers; and teach two days a week. When I was beginning to recover

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