I didn’t want to hurt myself.|
I didn’t expect to.
I was just trying to play the game properly.
I’m not used to being the tall person in the group.
I didn’t see him make a cross over move to tag me.
I thought I could run past him.
And then I couldn’t. I tripped over him. Who does that? Smacked the side of my head on the way down too. It was another big hit. My fifth all time. After the impact, I hear the wise words of my friend. “Everyone has a magic number…” referring to the number of hits a person can take before they get “The Big One” which changes their life completely.
Was this it?
Was this the big one?
I don’t want to be a vegetable.
I quickly realize that I do not have any of the symptoms of concussion, which was very good. I didn’t even have a headache let alone anything worse like losing consciousness or brain functions. Still I wondered, since the spot where I hit was pretty high on my head. If I didn’t touch it, I felt completely normal. I shouldn’t have gone to Google and read all the articles about the dangers of concussions and brain hemorrhaging when in the end all I had done was bruise a bone that was connected to my jaw muscles. I had actually bruised it in a previous incident, so I know I’ll just have to wait it out. This definitely beats waiting for inevitable death from a stroke, which would have happened by now if any of those horror stories were true of me.
Fortunately, they’re not.