Arriving to Danderyd rehabilitation Hospital

Hello!


So I arrived to Danderyd rehabilitation Hospital with a bus that was specifically for the transport of persons seated in a wheelchair.


My first memory was that I met a speech therapeutic that hardly could understand what I was trying to say, because I have been told that I spoke slurred, weak and slowly.



I remember only that I felt that it was so hard to speak. And other people looked wrong and in a strange way to me.

I found it difficult to believe, that I spoke perfect English when I have just woken up from my coma.


Well the speech therapists wanted me to start practicing with her, and I started training that I felt, despite well-experienced quite meaningless.


I experienced life when fairly hopeless!


In working therapy unit, it was a therapist in the name of Pia as "nagging" to break me that I would be exaggerating to vocalize and concentrate on articulation.

For each time I was there so used to Pia with the mouth gestures with the intent to remind me of articulation and it was god for in some time after I had left splutter and began to speak clearly, but so slowly that those who listened almost fell asleep. Ha ha


But life had started to brighten somewhat, but I was still in a wheelchair as I was useless to use on my body right side of poor motor skills.

SO when the gym therapist would try to teach me to walk again. I WAS THINKING!

I will continue later on what I thought?


Yours sincerely Mobildoktorn.com Emeritus Göte Burström