Yes. Unavoidably. The point at which I know for sure, all I can think is, “This is going to hurt,” and “How can I best land so I don’t hurt my neck badly?” On reflection, relaxing into the fall might not have been the best decision. It’s difficult to weigh up your options when you know they are all going to culminate quite soon in a hostile meeting with an unfeeling concrete floor.
The few times I’ve had… No. I’ve lost it. I have absolutely no idea what I was going to write. I’ve a feeling it wasn’t to do with falling but that I might’ve related it back in a smartypants way. No tricks. I don’t know how to pull them off right now. Not one clue. If I do have an idea, it goes. I can’t evaluate quickly enough if it was a good one. I get around to a cup of tea eventually. That idea is usually persistent enough that I figure it must be one of my better ones.
The effects of concussion are fascinating. Beyond frustrating but really very interesting. I feel quite normal except that after just over a week I still have a headache and it still hurts where I hit the back of my head. When I’m with people, that’s when I really notice. It’s difficult to sustain a conversation and I find it hard to concentrate on where my thoughts are and how they relate to what’s just been said.
Especially to begin with, my mood was diabolically bad. I was quite suddenly extremely depressed after I fell. I sat in the dark unable to rub two thoughts together. That was a couple of days ago. That’s when I contemplated that maybe the crack I could still hear ringing loudly in my ears might have had a greater effect on my poor brain than the initial pain that made me clutch my head for what seemed like an age before I could move to get off the ground.
I’m meant to be resting my brain. Right now I’m writing this and watching a concert and listening to said concert through earphones and contemplating another cup of tea and thinking about the next podcast I’m going to listen to and the next book I’m going to read. It’s just after 2AM. It’s fair to say sleep has been affected.
I’m eligible for concussion counselling. Nope. No idea. I’ll give it a go. I’m told it’s worthwhile.
A thought keeps nagging at me: Am I still the same person I was just over a week ago? The symptoms of concussion don’t tend to last, though I’ve no idea how long they’ll hang around. For now, I’m left with trying to decipher what is me and what is a symptom. I really do need to stop thinking so much.