{"id":21439,"title":"JOCKUMENTORY -  DON\u2019T CALL A DEER A HORSE ~BLOG 01 \ud83d\ude09","description":"This first Blog,  # Don\u2019t call a Deer a Horse, It sets the scene, and the case for better brain injury rehabilitation. The blog content moves from preparation into execution. I i enjoyed the writing.of it. Preparing my brain and body for the next day, wondering which version of me will wake up. I am Sam~Ba and i am Knaturally Knutti. Music, art, exercise was intrinsic to this recovery, but I never got  betterand no one was prepared to swop and take my place : adopt my injury, even just for an hours respite.","content":"<p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">After a long and thoughtful journey stretching over fifty years, I am finally embarking on creating a short story I plan to share as a vibrant and interactive blog. The spark for this narrative ignited when I stumbled upon a fascinating 1959 map of the Grampians in Scotland while browsing a quaint Mind charity shop. The moment I unfolded the aged parchment, with its delicate lines and faded colours, I felt a wave of inspiration wash over me, urging me to breathe life into a tale waiting to be told.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">Unfolding this map reignited numerous memories of my walks through this expansive landscape during the mid-1970s. These excursions provided serenity, a calm mind, and opportunities for deep reflection. Through these experiences, I transitioned from a \"bony, very skinny city kid\" into a more mature adult. Along the way, I faced several unexpected challenges, including dealing with my father's health issues, which significantly contributed to my personal growth.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">The blog, \"Don't Call a Deer a Horse,\" will be titled \"Don't Call a Deer a Horse\" and heavily influenced by my experiences as a Scottish expatriate living in Southeast Asia and Australia. Whilst pondering this blog this song about mental health comes strongly to mind, I would have listened to this whilst viewing the landscape.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"text-align:center;\"><strong><em><u>One flew East, one flew West, and one flew over the cuckoos nest.<\/u><\/em><\/strong><\/p><div data-youtube-video=\"\"><iframe class=\"youtube\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" allowfullscreen=\"\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/BkmfOIvHzD4\"><\/iframe><\/div><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">It is almost midnight somewhere, a moment suspended in time. On Embleton Ward, it is just a smidgen past midnight, and the essence of the night is hung in the air, not far from the enchanting calm brought by the phrase, \u2018It is the night before Christmas.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">The Moonlight cascades through the window, casting ethereal beams that dance like invitations to the restless souls inside. Those who gaze at the shimmering light feel hope, a chance for an alternative evening, and a different outcome from the mundane cycles of hospital life. A first stroke of the clock has robbed me of my dream ability, a peculiar affliction far beyond what you would think to understand.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">The stories I hold have been described as a tangled mess\u2014combobulated with little sense of sequence or order. But to me, they are my undeniable truth. I always find myself the last in this never-ending medicine round. My prescriptions are the most complex, riddled with medications from the restricted list\u2014those coveted substances that are worth breaking into pharmacies for.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">The Sicilian charge nurse Nico stands as a firm yet fair figure in this surreal world. He approaches with the morphine vial in hand, its contents shimmering with the promise of respite. Just two nights prior, he had hurled it to the ground with a ferocity borne from desperation, wrestling a belt from my neck in an attempt to end my futile, strangling grasp on life.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">The vial holds the maximum permissible dose, enough to fell a forty-five-kilogram vicuna, a diminutive camel of sorts. Yet here I am, aching for sleep\u2014almost six years deprived of the precious solace that comes with slumber.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/ukezj5puw5hikunqbxcktftkzylb4llmwecsq4uz3ny3dx4e.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"ukezj5puw5hikunqbxcktftkzylb4llmwecsq4uz3ny3dx4e.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">Each delusion exhausts me further, rendering yet another night a banner of hopelessness. I find myself rarely able to grasp more than four consecutive hours of sleep, each cycle punctuated by the jarring awareness of pain. This grim subject matter weighs heavily on me, morphing yet another night into a disheartened vigil. I stand in a blank fog of thought\u2014a score of minutes passing like shadows.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">It is almost midnight somewhere and a moment suspended in time. Morphine, my ever-welcome companion, greets me with open arms, but even this draught seems woefully insufficient for my weary state.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">I adorn my ears with earbuds, the familiar strains of Led Zeppelin filling the void around me, loud and alive. The raw power of the improvised, distorted guitar ignites a spark, rendering the experience thrilling for both artist and listener alike. It carries me away on a two-hundred-minute odyssey of sound, as the hauntingly beautiful<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">\"Rain Song\" washes over me with its honey-drip vocals\u2014a heartfelt declaration of love delivered through a breaking voice that echoes the weariness of nightly touring.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">In this captivating blend of excitement and serenity, I find a fleeting escape from reality's relentless grip.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">It is always preceded by the even better the \u2018Song remains the same.\u2019'It is the springtime of your loving, the second season I am to know; you are the sunlight in my growing, so little warmth I felt before.'<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">Instantly and on cue, I am tranced. Page is so good to me; a cello bow glides across the Gibson, both souls crowd-funded by the devil. Jimmy Page followed Alastair Crowley, the English occultist, a ceremonial magician, poet, novelist, mountaineer, and painter, a highland home by chance. Robert Plant is that handsome bastard rock god. He was pictured at Kazar Stadium. San Fransisco is resplendent with a dove in his proper hand fag, and beer in his left.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/itqjvybspxzpyqg0ujerlz3fnkwej81clsznm01vaarlgxqi.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"itqjvybspxzpyqg0ujerlz3fnkwej81clsznm01vaarlgxqi.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">Fifty years have now passed. A three-and-a-half-hour concert finishes with the Earls Court encore. A golden mane thrust back; sweat beads boogie down a flat Memphis rail track stomach. I am often looped in a state of euphoria, the left arm dance lim energy bereft.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">'It is the summer of my smile; flee from me, keeper of the gloom.' Drenched, unapproachable, uncoordinated and my clothes-stained dark. I had made a tight rope-sheet circle with an additional acoustic barrier at the doorway, but it was not quite entry.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">Four-morning shift staff had gathered in a consensus conclave. 'We have never seen him like this.' All night he has been dancing,' reported during obtrusive hourly torch-light inspections.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">'Now sleep-deprived for six days, not quite a Guinness record, an air guitar broken with all that thrashing.'<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">Ben, the Nigerian nurse, has bound in and with him any protocols are extinguished instantly. He uses the simplest of common sense, not so common and with a genuine not manufactured deliberate smile. Ben always wakes me first on his shift with a song and a smile; he knows I will arise.\u00a0 'Right then, my son. Get up, bwana boy. Builders tee with the two slices of well-fired buttered toast for you. The butter is always too cold from the fridge, making it difficult for a one-handed man to unfold and remove the foil. Let Alone spread it.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">'A shower first' after a strong frown protocol reading warm bear hug. The long night ends as I play the final chords of 'Thank You.\u2019<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">\u2018If the sun refuses to shine, I will still love you.'<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">My mouth drips with melted butter, and it is midnight somewhere. I am still knaturally knutti. Can I see the hint of a story with my pains ever the distraction?<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/f3d65hhuazqn4wybgrz797l50atbrnwv5r86jqipp2g7lbgz.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"f3d65hhuazqn4wybgrz797l50atbrnwv5r86jqipp2g7lbgz.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p>Robert Plant - Rock God<\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">My name is Sami. I am philosophical, and I accept that after the three strokes, the brain attacks. They were life-changing especially the first hemorrhagic brain scrambler. The plumb-line from the central crown of my head, the after-effect of paralysis from head to toe, my balance is often affected, like a drunk.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">For a couple of years, words were often a challenge, as were sentences. Discussions about me sometimes make me a passenger, as if I did not exist! That is what a stroke is.<\/span><\/p><p><span style=\"font-family:'Helvetica Neue';\">What version of you will wake up? Is it the same one who was fatigued when they went to sleep? I never suffered from headaches; version three of me does. He was off the moment. This third brain attack, I was very conscious of it as it happened. Like a broken fireworks sparkler display, my mind was unusually creative, with my thought process \u2018bursting\u2019 out.<\/span><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.teemill.com\/of3hbu2vo3jclkjyf2p7qe9cnrmxxpwt4tcsbioh6ivqu8zr.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"of3hbu2vo3jclkjyf2p7qe9cnrmxxpwt4tcsbioh6ivqu8zr.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/>i was at Earls Court London in June 1975<\/p><p>listen to them whilst reading this blog - my version of Rock Heaven, this was me mid 70\u2019s<\/p><p><\/p>","urlTitle":"buy-one-get-one-free","url":"\/blog\/buy-one-get-one-free\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/buy-one-get-one-free\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/knaturallyknutti.com\/blog\/buy-one-get-one-free\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1664825010,"updatedAt":1733846726,"publishedAt":1733846725,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":222776,"name":"Knaturally Knutti"},"tags":[],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/ltxbxpbrwx57neuttmojvuyreo762d9yfine8jg7djwvzprd.png","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/ltxbxpbrwx57neuttmojvuyreo762d9yfine8jg7djwvzprd.png.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/ltxbxpbrwx57neuttmojvuyreo762d9yfine8jg7djwvzprd.png.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"","metaDescription":"Stroke exercise","series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":25857,"title":"Dont call a Deer a Horse - BLOG 02","url":"\/blog\/you-took-the-shot-away\/","urlTitle":"you-took-the-shot-away","division":222776,"description":"I tried a casual stroll; I had inherited my dad's casual amble, remembering a \u2018long gone walk\u2019","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/m9q64p4i5kw6lirshccmwxdoedidiscpkp8oemxzqmp3hjzj.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/m9q64p4i5kw6lirshccmwxdoedidiscpkp8oemxzqmp3hjzj.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}