Diary of a Concussion
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I looked at my watch. It said 6:18. I could read the numbers just fine... but what time is that? Is it early? Late? When is that?
I drove myself home (mistake - do not drive when you're brain's messed up, but I got away with it). I stopped for gas. It was 86.9 (yeah, this was a long time ago). Again, I could read the number just fine, but... how much money is that? Is it a good price? A bad one?
Two days later, numbers made sense again. I have no side effects that I have observed.
One thing I have in common with the writer: I don't remember the impact, either. My memory ends with my head still about a foot away from the wall.
Note well: This is completely and totally not saying "this is what you should expect". It's not saying you're a wimp if you had more damage than me. It's my experience; nothing more. (It's also not a demand that everyone carpet the sides of the sound booths at roller staking rinks, though that isn't a bad idea...)
I wasn't engaging in dangerous activity, but know I have to extra careful moving forward. I think the most dangerous activity I do is the occasional ~5m bike ride without a helmet, weekly driving in a car and rock climbing.
I guess most roller coasters aren't causing the brain to bounce around.
I don’t know. I’ve had a difference expierence with brain injury and anxiety. My recovery resulted in classic anxiety; I experienced social anxiety and depression.