I was SO SICK I was lucky to make my flight back home that night.
On my flight home, I assumed I would sleep and wake up feeling better.
But when I got home, I was even worse off.
My coordination and balance were like a toddler’s.
My headache was still there.
My throat was sore.
So my wife immediately took me to the doctor.
The Doc asked me to close my eyes and touch my nose, and I actually fell on him trying.
And after some tests ... I got the STARTLING DIAGNOSIS ...
Brain damage ... from the toxic chemicals I breathed.
Those toxic fumes had actually damaged the top part of my brain! And he hoped within a few weeks I would get better.
Of course, I wasn’t able to go back to work, so I ran my business unit as best as I could from home.
But as time went on, I just got worse and worse.
I lost the ability to talk in a normal way. I’d lose my place in the middle of sentences. I’d forget conversations. And my memory continued to fall apart.
After about 6 weeks, I was forced to go to a neurologist for brain tests and scans.
They concluded again that the part of my brain, which controls things like balance, motion and memory, had been ruined.
Probably irreversibly.
By that point I couldn’t walk very well. I felt like a drunk taking a test—I couldn’t put one foot in front of the other and walk down a line without falling over.
But ... I went on trying to live my life the best I could.
I’d gone from living a million miles an hour to sleeping 18 hours a day to try to ease the pressure in my brain.