When I was little I've hit my head badly only twice. Ounce was when I was 8 years old I went to an after party at my relatives house they had a trampoline. My uncle was doing some back flips, my brother was there telling me to keep back but I didn't really listen. My uncle fell out the trampoline and landed on me hitting my head on concrete floor. I remember it all happened in slow motion and I remember hearing the impact of my head hitting the concrete. For a moment I remember thinking deja vu as I looked out to the grass I couldn't hear the music anymore and I wasn't aware of the people around me calling out my name. Then my brother came into my view he had tears in his eyes and a very worried expression that's when my hearing came back. I can hear my aunt directing my dad to be careful with my head as he picked me up and took me inside. He had the same expression as my brother and so did everyone else around me. I felt dazed like I was having a dream I wanted to sleep but I was told not to. I was taken to the car sitting in the back with my brother still pretty dazed. My uncle came to my side of the window and was apologizing repeatedly with tearful eyes. I didn't go to the hospital that night. I don't know why my dad didn't take me, I just assume it was because we didn't have much money to go to the hospital, but that's just my assumption I'm not really sure that's why. Had to get a CAT scan I think the next day and they said everything was fine.
The other time was when I was at my grandma's house I went outside to make a new friend with the person that was living with her. I was talking to her normally when outta no where my little cousin accidently hits me full force in the back of the head with a golf club. I can just say right now it hurt like hell. Again I didn't go to the hospital and this time I didn't get a CAT scan. Or at least I think I didn't get a scan.
Since those accidents I've been a bit slow and till today I can't remember certain things. I forget small things like putting in soap ounce I finish loading the dishwasher, or where I put certain things down, task I was told to do, and I don't grasp instructions very well they have to be repeated to me over and over until I understand. I think it was Monday or Tuesday this week that my parents remote went missing. My parents interrogated us all to see if one of us took it. When they asked me I told them I had no clue where it was. Then today my dad found it in my closet near the window. When he said he found it the memory rushed back to me setting the remote there next to my jewelry box near the window. How did I forget it? And why did I have it? At dinner he wouldn't let me live it down. I wanted to cry at how stupid I felt. How did I forget? I'm I really losing my mind? Or am I just playing stupid? I feel like crying my eyes out but I can't cry over this it's probably nothing. I'm probably just stupid aren't I? Don't answer that. Sorry for the long story and sorry for spilling my issues to you guys. I just felt like writing.
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