August 13th, 1984 Thirty years ago today I was horseback riding with some people from work. I dont remember it but at some point I fell and hit head first on the gravel road. A few hours later the doctor at St. Lukes was calling my family together because they didnt expect me to survive, a few weeks later I woke up. Its odd the way the next few months went. I remember bits and pieces. I woke up and saw an Indiana Jones poster my brother had put up in the hospital room. I knew he had put it there but I dont actually remember him doing it. There are lots of moments like that. It took me a long time to come to terms with what happened. With what its like to have a scar that will never heal. The scar covered part of my brain that deals with communication. To this day there are moments when things just dont seem right. Like Im not sure if my mouth is saying what I want it to say or hearing what Im supposed to be hearing. Im not sure what others think, if anyone even notices it but me but it happens. I just have to hope for the best. It wont go away, it never will, and its a part of what I am. Sometimes I wish everyone knew, some days I hope no one does. No matter what its what I am. At least I was lucky that there people able to help during the bad times. Especially when I was in college. Joe Reagan and Philip Thompson helped out a lot. Frederik Norberg was there for some of the crazy parts and Wendee Pratt got her wings. As I said, I was lucky a lot. Im never really sure how to take this day. One theory is that I should celebrate it. Another is that I should ignore it. Really just wanted to talk about it.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 19:40:51 +0000