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Signs Of Head Injury In Baby
Over My Head: A Doctor's Own Story of Head Injury from the Inside Looking Out
Locked inside a brain-injured head looking out at a challenging world is the premise of this extraordinary autobiography. Over My Head is an inspiring story of how one woman comes to terms with the loss of her identity and the courageous steps (and hilarious missteps) she takes while learning to rebuild her life. The author, a 45-year-old doctor and clinical professor of medicine, describes the aftermath of a brain injury eleven years ago which stripped her of her beloved profession. For years she was deprived of her intellectual companionship and the ability to handle the simplest undertakings like shopping for groceries or sorting the mail. Her progression from confusion, dysfunction, and alienation to a full, happy life is told with restraint, great style, and considerable humor.
Kayleigh Jigsaw snickers. "No gettin mad at her then. 'Las time ya met a cat ya weren't too nice." She was thinking of the one she was going to be laying down the law to later, Click.
Johnathon Parx raised an eyebrow and just shook hsi head, "Your nothing but trouble, you know that? If it isn't demons, its talkign about owning a cat. If its not that your dragging boys over.... Christ leigh your as bad as..." He'd trail off and rub the bridge of his nose. "Not even gonna continue that..."
Kayleigh Jigsaw grins. "I'll finish for you then. You." She nodded. She was extremely proud of taking after him even if it did mean she tended to find trouble better than a dowsing rod could find water.
Johnathon Parx groaned quietly, "Leigh Parx Jigsaw.... I swear child-o-mine you attracte truble liek the magnet in my ass gets me bullets." He'd step forewards and slide his arm around his daughters waist and tug her into a hug, "And unfortuantly I love you to peices....fuckin' problem child..."
Kayleigh Jigsaw giggles uncontrolably and snles into the hug. She just grins up at him for a few moments before sobering herself and fixing him with a good long stare.
Johnathon Parx snickers and shakesh is head. letting her have her gigglefest and silently glancing out at the ocean before he'd look down as the giggles Die, "... What?"
Jhudori Jinn walked past in her platform boots and sparce clothes. She was gonna go 'shopping' in the Midian dumpsters again while her music player played around her neck. She sung along as she bounced on her boots. "Ya spin me right 'round baby right 'round like a record baby right round wooah oooh!", funny, the albino kitty could sing without caterwalling the music to bits as she danced down the sidewalk. Spinning a little to the music. "All I know is that ta me you look likes you havin' fun open up your mouth an' say what your name right now!"
Little Ming spots Leigh standing with another man, but he was looking rather pale in the face and walking a bit funny. He'd give her a forced smile and a slight wave, but wouldn't come too close.
Kayleigh Jigsaw just shakes her head as she leans into the hug resting her head against his chest. She just barely sees Click's wave. "Nothin, Daddy. Jus' thinkin bout stuff." Her thoughts had taken a very serious turn. She perks up hearing Jhud singing as she passed. She let out a short quick whistle to try and get the cute kitty's attention. As she does so she lifts one hand from her father's back to wave at Click. She pulls away from the hug just a little to give him a worried look.
Jhudori Jinn's ear flicked at the whistle before she suddenly stopped in mid dance move. Pursing her lips to see her new friend before she straightened up... a small bit as she turned on her heel to offer a wave. "Heydo!"
Johnathon Parx shakes hsi head, "Well talk later then kiddo." He didn't liek the look he'd just gotten before he'd glance to Jhud, then over towards Click with a raised eyebrow, mebbe it was time for him to exit stage right as he gave leigh a light squeeze.
Jhudori Jinn shifted a little before she slowly started to bounce on her boots when 'Caramel Dansen' came up on her player. Poor kitty just couldn't help bit atleast move to the beat.
Little Ming blinked at the odd girl bouncing down the street and singing. The mental image of flowers and happy bunnies filled his mind, and he wanted to strangle each and every last one of them at the moment. He was in a rather sour mood having been railed in the nuts three times in a row. He'd recognize John as he looked his way, as he wasn't one to easily forget a man who aimed a gun at his head. "I'm goin' I'm goin'..." he'd grumble at John, not wanting to add bullet holes to the list of injuries and he'd start to waddle down the street again seeking ice.
Kayleigh Jigsaw scowls a little. The look hadn't been anything bad at all. She waved at Jhud. "You said you wanted to meet her, Daddy. That'd be her." For the moment she was trying to figure out what was wrong with Click. "Umm Daddy he ain't a duck. Why's he waddling?" She blinks a bit as her gaze follows the guy she has feelings for. "Click, why ya walkin funny?" She kept her arm around her father not wanting him to go yet.
Jhudori Jinn eyed around a little. "Starting to wonder what was said about her before she slowly raised her hand to tip her hat to the daddy man. Placing her large hat back on her head while her ears kept it from swallowing her head whole.
Johnathon Parx chuckled, "Cause he hurt kiddo, go to him." He'd nudge her. Southern double standards. Gotta love the hell outta them. He'd glance to Jhud and chuckle, "Hello wandering hands." He'd wink at Jhud, "Kiddo asked if she could keep you, I said yeah."
Little Ming would pause as she asked him a question about his injury. &
Police Sergeant Charles Tucker
A distant relative of my Grandmother. He was one of three policemen killed on duty at a robberyat a jewellers that came to be known as the Houndsditch Murders. Given a state funeral and posthumous award from the King.
The gang, in escaping an attempted robbery of a jeweller in Houndsditch killed three policemen and crippled two more for life. The gang mambers were eventually found in Sidney Street where the famous siege of Sidney Street began. As the story unfolds, the figure emerges of the man who killed three English policemen but who lived to become a hero of the October Revolution and head of the Soviet Cheka.
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Houndsditch Murders and the Siege of Sidney Street (True Crime) (Paperback)
by Donald Rumbelow (Author) ISBN 0491031785, out of print but, available from amazon etc
From Wikipedia,the following>On 16 December 1910, a gang of Latvian revolutionaries attempted to break into the rear of a jeweller's shop at 119 Houndsditch, EC3, working from 9, 10 & 11 Exchange Buildings in the cul-de-sac behind. An adjacent shopkeeper heard their hammering, informed the City of London Police (in whose area the shop was), and nine unarmed officers - three sergeants and six constables (two in plain-clothes) - converged on Exchange Buildings.
Sergeants Bentley and Bryant knocked at No. 11 Exchange Buildings, unaware that the first constable on the scene had already done so, thus alerting the gang. The gang's actual leader, George Gardstein, opened the door, but when he did not answer their questions they assumed he did not understand English and told him to fetch someone who did. Gardstein left the door half-closed and disappeared. The house consisted of a single ground-floor room, into which the front door directly opened, with a staircase leading to the upper floors on the left, and a door to the open yard at the back on the right. It was later deduced that Gardstein must have moved towards the staircase, since if he had gone out the yard door he would have been seen by one of the plain-clothed officers standing outside, who had a clear view that side of the room. Growing impatient, the two sergeants entered the house to find the room apparently empty, before they became aware of a man standing in the darkness at the top of the stairs. After a short conversation, another man entered through the yard door, rapidly firing a pistol, while the man on the stairs also started shooting. Both officers were hit, with Bentley collapsing across the doorstep, while Bryant managed to stagger outside. In the street, constable Woodhams ran to help Bentley, but was himself wounded by one of the gang firing from the cover of the house, as was sergeant Tucker, who died almost instantly. Sergeant Bentley also died as a result of his injuries (on his wedding anniversary. His wife had given birth to a baby boy on the previous Wednesday).
The gang then attempted to break out of the cul-de-sac, their actual leader George Gardstein being grabbed by Constable Choate almost at the entrance. In the strle Choate was wounded several times by Gardstein, before being shot five more times by other members of the gang, who also managed to hit their compatriot in the back. They then dragged Gardstein three-quarters of a mile to 59 Grove Street, where he died the next day. Constable Choate and Sergeant Bentley died in separate hospitals the same day. An intense search followed, and a number of the gang or their associates were soon arrested.
On 2 January 1911, an informant told police that two or three of the gang, possibly including Peter the Painter himself, were hiding at 100 Sidney Street, Stepney (in the Metropolitan Police District). Worried that the suspects were about to flee, and expecting heavy resistance to any attempt at capture, on 3 January two hundred men cordoned off the area and the siege began. At dawn the battle commenced.
The defenders, though heavily outnumbered, possessed superior weapons and great stores of ammunition. The Tower of London was called for backup, and word got to Home Secretary Winston Churchill, who arrived on the spot to observe the incident first hand, and to offer advice. Churchill authorised calling in a detachment of Scots Guards to assist the police. Six hours into the battle, and just as the field artillery piece that Churchill had authorized arrived, a fire began to consume the building. When the fire brigade arrived Churchill refused them access to the building. The police stood ready, guns aimed at the front door, waiting for the men inside to attempt their escape. The door never opened. Inside the remains of two members of the gang, Fritz Svaars and William Sokolow (both were also known by numerous aliases), were recovered. No sign of Peter Paiktow (Peter the Painter) was ever found.It was said that he escaped and returned to Russia and ended up being Lenin's right hand man![
It has been recorded that a Firemen died following the partial collapse of the buildi
signs of head injury in baby
The management of patients with head injury requires a pragmatic, multi-professional approach, as exemplified in this book. The content includes chapters on epidemiology, experimental models, pathology, clinical examination, neuroimaging and trauma scoring systems. A large section of the text then deals with the management of the head-injured patient along the whole patient pathway, addressing issues such as emergency department care, transfer of the patient, intensive care and surgical aspects. Rehabilitation is reviewed in detail with chapters that discuss the aims and roles of physiotherapy, occupational therapy, speech and language therapy and neuropsychology. Finally, medico-legal issues are evaluated. The practical approach to management is emphasized throughout. This book will be of interest to all doctors looking after patients with head injury: emergency physicians, neurosurgeons, anaesthetists, intensivists, and members of the rehabilitation team. Allied specialists such as nurses, physiotherapists, speech and language therapists, occupational therapists, and neuropsychologists will also find this book useful.
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