Funny now, not-funny then— I was taken into the ER with a head injury and broken bones after a bicycle wreck. I had a helmet on but it was old and although it saved my life it did not save my marbles, at least temporarily. We live in a small town and so word got back to me eventually….
The doctor’s notes politely say things like “word sal…
Funny now, not-funny then— I was taken into the ER with a head injury and broken bones after a bicycle wreck. I had a helmet on but it was old and although it saved my life it did not save my marbles, at least temporarily. We live in a small town and so word got back to me eventually….
The doctor’s notes politely say things like “word salad” and “patient will not hold still for CT scan.” But Reader, I was bat shit.
I counted relentlessly out loud, then would get stuck on a number and shout obscenities, words that I do not regularly use in public. I repeatedly attempted to climb off my gurney despite my neck collar and broken bones (collarbone, shoulder blade, four ribs). I screamed for help when help was right there, and flailed at people who were indeed helping me.
They gave me meds to calm me down and finally had to go to the stuff that shuts meth addicts down, just to get me to quit further injuring myself.
For me, this is now just ten hours of nothingness.. I felt drunk for a month and am still not quite myself, but am glad to be alive. And I laugh to think this otherwise nice middle class white lady had all that waiting inside her for the right moment.
I bought a new helmet, of course. Please wear yours.
Funny now, not-funny then— I was taken into the ER with a head injury and broken bones after a bicycle wreck. I had a helmet on but it was old and although it saved my life it did not save my marbles, at least temporarily. We live in a small town and so word got back to me eventually….
The doctor’s notes politely say things like “word salad” and “patient will not hold still for CT scan.” But Reader, I was bat shit.
I counted relentlessly out loud, then would get stuck on a number and shout obscenities, words that I do not regularly use in public. I repeatedly attempted to climb off my gurney despite my neck collar and broken bones (collarbone, shoulder blade, four ribs). I screamed for help when help was right there, and flailed at people who were indeed helping me.
They gave me meds to calm me down and finally had to go to the stuff that shuts meth addicts down, just to get me to quit further injuring myself.
For me, this is now just ten hours of nothingness.. I felt drunk for a month and am still not quite myself, but am glad to be alive. And I laugh to think this otherwise nice middle class white lady had all that waiting inside her for the right moment.
I bought a new helmet, of course. Please wear yours.