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From Chanhassen Villager:
It was the morning of Feb. 14, 2005, and Angela Hunt walked down the sidewalk heading to the staff door of the Chaska Library, where she is a librarian.

“I was due at 9:45 a.m. to open,” Hunt said. “I caught my toe on a brick and tripped. The snow was falling and swirling. It was that dry kind of snow. I don’t remember hitting the ground. I do remember though that I saw a gas engine pickup truck heading down the street toward me right before I tripped. But when I got up, I saw it was an idling diesel-engine truck. I remember thinking that was odd.”

Hunt picked herself up. Her glasses were broken, and her ribs hurt. When she entered the library, she noticed that another li-brary employee had already gotten everything — the computers and equipment — up and running.

“I felt a little shook up,” Hunt said. She’d also skinned her knee badly, but attended to it, and then went on with her day.

It was one month later, when Hunt was opening the library, that she realized she didn’t know how to start up the computer.

“I didn’t recognize the people I worked with, or the patrons I know,” Hunt said. “I couldn’t read. I recognized Janet [Karius, the assistant library director] but I couldn’t say her name. Then a friend of mine came into the library, took a look at me and said, ‘She needs to go to emergency.”


OUT COLD

Doctors did X-rays and an MRI. The scans revealed that Hunt had suffered a traumatic brain injury when she tripped and fell in February. She’d been knocked unconscious.

“I have no memory of the fall,” Hunt said. “I do remember that when I picked myself up that morning, there was all this snow covering me. I had thought that was odd at the time. The doctors think I was probably knocked out for 20 minutes.

“And no one saw me lying there,” Hunt said, “because I had my white coat on and a white beret. It was snowing and I blended right in.”

Falling face first, she’d broken her nose, “crushing my sinuses like an accordion,” she said.

And being knocked unconscious explained why the gas pickup truck she’d noticed turned into a diesel truck seemingly in the next instant.

“The doctors said that I had such good coping skills and was so high functioning, it took a month before the brain injury became apparent,” Hunt said. “The brain just continues to function until it stops. I had cracked the bone by my eye, and injured my frontal lobe in a closed head injury. Right after the fall, I had noticed my nose was sore but all the pieces [of that morning] didn’t come to-gether until they did the MRI.”



STARTING OVER

Hunt had been down this road before. In 1995, she suffered a stroke after having surgery. At that time she had to relearn speech and mobility. When doctors at HCMC looked at Hunt’s X-rays and MRI, they saw the earlier brain damage from the stroke.

She worked with physical and occupational therapists for 14 months to help her relearn spatial relationships, manipulating ob-jects, and dealing with her loss of peripheral vision.

“I was spilling and dropping things and poking myself,” Hunt said. “And the sad thing is, if I’d been a housewife, someone who didn’t work outside the home, they would have sent me on my way after a few weeks. If you can read at a fifth-grade level, they con-sider you recovered.

“But I’m a librarian,” Hunt told her doctors. “A librarian has to know and access all this information. It’s what I do. This is the expectation of this profession.”

Hunt had to learn to speak and read all over again. Comprehending what she read took longer.

“I wouldn’t know what I had just read,” Hunt said. “When I’d had my stroke I’d started getting up in the middle of the night to do devotions. I would open my Bible, and I would look at two words and concentrate on them. And then I worked up to three words. And I just kept at it, adding words. So I did that again.

“My doctor encouraged me to go back to work after a month,” Hunt said. “But I didn’t know how I could. It turned out they let me work in the library’s back room, where I scanned bar codes on materials. It helped with my hand and eye coordination, and with my thinking process.

“’When was the last time this material had been checked out?’ ‘Should it go to another branch?’ It helped me so much to learn the collection again.”

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