What this site is all about What I’d like to do with this site
My name is Peter Wick. I’m pretty much your standard Ace Hardware 70 Kg male. Okay, okay, 77 Kg, but that’s not important. I was someone who was pretty good at almost anything put in front of me. Music, academics, software, medicine, woodworking, handiwork around the house, endurance sports, wise-assery, pontificating – all sorts of things. A real jack of all trades you might say.
Until I crashed in a race. That’s my helmet up top in the pic. Now I’m hoping to restore myself after a traumatic brain injury. I don’t know if I can expect a full recovery at this time (less than a year post-crash) but that doesn’t mean I’m giving in and just accepting how miserable life can be now. I want to get it all back and I probably won’t be satisfied just working back up to a nine of all trades. But that would be a good start.
- Serious Posts on Brain Injury I plan on keeping this category serious with posts meant to convey a message in earnest.
- Athletic Rebuilding My brain injury really pressed that Reset button. This section is going to track the stuff I’m gonna see on my way back to wherever I can get.
- My Experiences and Chronology I think this category is needed to sort out the stories about what happened to me along the way versus the more conceptual thoughts I wanted to post.
- If I Hear That One More Time… Brain injury is often misunderstood. This section is likely to have rants about the things you tend to hear over and over again.
- Random Notes Just like it says. I will try to keep these random thoughts pertinent to brain injury recovery and life.
Nine of All Trades 
I love this site!
It seems you are still recovering. In my experience, it took about two years before I knew where my normal was. I pushed and pushed, tried to keep working and even stay in my grad school classes. It only made my brain more vulnerable to injury. Then, when I got into a second car accident a year and a half after my first, I was flattened like a pancake!
Almost five years post my initial TBI, I wish I had slowed down even more, asked for more help, and learned earlier how to receive and surrender. It wasn’t until I learned how to truly rest and stop climbing mountains, stop achieving, let go of all my dreams and goals for the time being, that I began to heal. It wasn’t a process I could force. It was the most difficult lesson of all.
My close male friend sustained a similar TBI around the same time, and he rested. Now he is back to work, up and at it! Though, his constitution is innately stronger. And, he is, like you, a strong, powerful, man, with cultural pressures that women do not have.
I LOVE READING YOUR BLOG!
This is utterly fascinating and delightful.
Much Love,
Courtney
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