“Hey bud i hope u are ok
u r one tough son of a gun
give me a shout when your feeling up for it”
-John’s text message this morning.
I was planning to drive down to Dulles International Airport to pick up my good friend Naveen but never made it. Earlier that day, some friends and I were skating on a small pond at one of my coworker’s (John) family estate north of Baltimore. This pond was a beautiful heart-shaped affair that his grandfather had dug for his grandmother for Valentine’s day. So sweet and cute right?
I tell you, this pond is made of cold, hard, solid ice. Great for the business end of a skate, but not the soft and supple face. To tell the truth, I have no memory of even beginning to fall, plus most of the events after that. In fact, all I remember is a group of shadowy figures huddled around in-front of a grayish sky and one of them saying, “The ambulance is almost here!”
From all the witness accounts, I did a good head-knock on the ice, “Four inches of bounce!” from one bye-stander. This was a textbook concussion. My eyes were open but glazed, blood was streaming and according to my worried girlfriend, Alyssa, I did have a pulse and was breathing, but my left eye was wild; looking off in some strange direction. She lovingly cradled my limp frame and tried to stay behind me so that I would not see her crying, but I think that even if she was directly in front of me at the time, I would not have seen her crying, or laughing, or doing jumping jacks for that matter.
Concussion symptoms according to one Google search:
- Loss of consciousness after any trauma to the head
- Nausea or vomiting
- Blurred vision
- Loss of short-term memory (you may not remember the actual injury and the events some time before or after the impact)
- Perseverating (repeating the same thing over and over, despite being told the answer each time, for example, “Was I in an accident?”)
I’m not sure if I was “perseverating,” but all of the others fit to a t.
Because of all of this and a nice trip to the Emergency Room, I was not able to pick up Naveen. I guess I got to miss all of his journey. Thankfully, my friend Ayehlet was a trooper and jetted down an hour-and-a-half to get him. Thanks Ayehlet!