TBI Traumatic Brain Injury

To my baby sister. My sidekick through life.
We three …you in your coma; our Mama/Momma and me.

Psychological trauma. Pathological drama. Coercive Control
Flashbacks?
Solve the puzzle. Solve the puzzle.
Under Construction
Solving Puzzles
Right Brain, Left Brain
I am never to old to learn something new.

We lost her twice

Sheesh before the wreck

Sheesh after the wreck

My own brain

Processing

Progressing

Kabtn Khawaga in The Evil Eye

Kabtn Khawaga’s Khawaga Kid was not being cooperative AT ALL! Here she is, in his carefully constructed house of cards in Alexandria, Egypt. She is still telling the truth??? WORSE!!!

His carefully groomed young Egyptian wife is hearing and questioning his carefully edited and reconstructed past.

WHAT TO DO??? WHAT TO DO??? Oh well, nothing for it, he’ll just have to stay home and supervise. Divide and conquer, no more conversations that he misses while working; too much to lose. YEAH, take them on a cruise; keep Diva close and give his damn Khawaga Kid her own room.

Khawaga Kid is used to his tactics, she’s been through it twice before with stepmother one and stepmother two. Ohhhh, Diva believes him. She’s watching Khawaga Kid like I’m a fox among the pigeons, her face guarded, not affectionate and friendly like it was before he started gaslighting me.

HARAM is the next word Diva teaches Khawaga Kid. Forbidden to be jealous or wish harm to others with the evil eye. Mission accomplished by Kabtn Khawaga the seeds of distrust with his artful deception have been sown in Diva’s heart. I feel the distance, knew he would do it.

Kabtn Khawaga has a different approach with his Khawaga Kid. He “confides” in her how insecure Diva is and how bitchy and mistrustful she can be because her family called her, *gulp* *gasp* *oh horrors* UGLY. This is the worst that could ever happen to anyone! Kabtn Khawaga’s motto is, “Appearance is everything.”

Narcissists can be amusing in their blind devotion to self. EXCEPT for their serial abuse, coercive control and just plain TOXIC personalities.

Momma Hen

Our Mama/Momma at the age of 15. Thibodaux, LA. 1960. So beautiful. 🥰

I call her Mama. My sister called her Momma. This young lady’s picture tugs at my heartstrings because I know her future.

Momma Hen with shadow. 1984–her youngest daughter (my sister) at graduation in June 1984.

July 15, 1984. Her “Baby Doll” suffered traumatic brain injury. July 17, 1995. Momma’s chick died in her sleep at home. Home. The cozy nest made for her comatose child. Home. Where both were housebound because this Momma Hen cared for her child around the clock with minimal assistance.

My Mama Hen is 75 now. She is thankful that her prayer was answered and her baby died at home. I can’t imagine how she felt when she woke and went to check my sister.

Mama Hen feels like she hasn’t accomplished much in her life. I tell her I will always honor her for her dedication and devotion to my sister’s health and welfare; Momma Hen. I will share more stories about having this beautiful young lady as our Mama/Momma.

How well did she care for my sister? Eleven years and two days without bedsores. Physical therapy. Cognitive therapy. My sister could hear. Momma Hen and her chick are the inspiration for Three Blinks. Momma Hen taught her injured chick to communicate. One blink for no, two blinks for yes.

So, one day Momma Hen notices her chick is blinking three times. It’s not random, it’s deliberate. She says, “Baby, are you trying to tell me something?” My sister blinks twice for yes. Momma Hen says, “Give Momma some time to think about what you’re saying.” Later that day it comes to her. “Baby, are you telling your Momma ‘I love you?'” My sister blinks twice. “Yes.” I say that’s superb accomplishment for a Momma Hen and her brain damaged Baby.

Cry Out to the Lord

My Daily Med–December 14, 2020–HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA! ❤ 75🥰🙏I pray always for your health and happiness.

Psalm 107:23-32–23)Those who go down to the sea in ships, Who do business on great waters, 24)They see the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep. 25)For He commands and raises the stormy wind, which lifts up the waves of the sea. 26)They mount up to the heavens, they go down again to the depths; their soul melts because of trouble, 27)They reel to and fro like a drunken man, and are at their wits’ end. 28)Then they cry out to the Lord in their trouble, and He brings them out of their distresses. 29)He calms the storm, so that its waves are still. 30)Then they are glad because they are quiet; so He guides them to their desired haven. 31)Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men! 32)Let them exalt Him also in the assembly of the people, and praise Him in the company of the elders.

Like the sailors in this Psalm, at some point you will hit great turbulence in your life. Perhaps you are currently experiencing a storm with no end in sight. Your situation may be so serious that you wonder how you’ll ever get through it. You’ve tried everything possible to resolve the matter, but to no avail.

The solution is to do exactly what these sailors did–cry to the Lord in your trouble (v.28). He is sovereign over storms and uses them for His good purposes. God knows we sometimes need to reach the end of our own resources before we will turn to Him. When we call out to the Lord and submit to His authority over the storm, He will calm the waves in His perfect timing and guide us to safety.

The goal is not simply to escape turmoil but to learn to depend on the Lord instead of ourselves. Trusting Him to handle what we cannot will ultimately lead to gladness, thanks, and praise for His lovingkindness and intervention on our behalf. Another wonderful result will be that we tell others how faithful God has been, so they can trust Him, too.

Furbabies. My Warm Fuzzies.

A few members of Khawaga Kid’s emotional support group. 🐾♥️ Big Red Fuzzy is our girl Bossey. The affectionate hugger is Bud Boudreaux from Bay St. Louis, MS. Stripe Eddy is my taskmaster and talker. I ask him, “Stripe, when do you want treats?” He answers with, “Right meow.” 😺

Meet part of my Furbaby Family. These three usually join me for early morning My Daily Med and first words of the day.

Khawaga Kid and Kabtn Khawaga. Kabtn Khawaga is my father. I am his Khawaga Kid. My mother is his First Mate V. I am writing a memoir called The Family Court Case from Hell.

I changed the name of my 10th anniversary “card” to hubby. It’s called Howdy Neighbor. Arrowhead Season is a chapter and also a poem.

Sister of Khawaga Kid. Her name in my writing is Pearl Mack. My name is Khaki Mack. Our Father of Lies is Rico Mack–Kingpin of the Coastal Cartel. Our mother is his First Mate Viva Mack. Diva Mack is Rico’s fourth wife and mother of my young half-sisters Sunny and Georgie Mack.

Frosty

Another Crisp and Sunny Day in LA (Lower Alabama)
Frosty Future? For a Few Months.
Shadow Woman. “Hay, Hay, Hay!”

A Beautiful Dream

Sisters and Friends Forever

I put flowers on her grave

She’s not there

I look at her pictures

She’s not here

Two nights ago

I had a dream

She was there

Our foreheads together

Blue eyes looking into green

Smiling

We were smiling

Connected

Glad to be together

A beautiful dream

I hold in my heart

Green eyes spilling tears

For all the lonely years

A promise of reunion

As we smiled

I woke up

Remembering

A beautiful dream