If you follow me on any other social network, you probably already know that I suffered a nasty concussion on Sunday. However, I’ve yet to go into true detail about what happened and all of the confusion around it.
My boyfriend, Rene, lives in NY, but when he was last in town I was able to meet his family who I now love as if they were my own. So even though he’s far away, last Sunday I went out to Elliot Key with his family on their boat. We had a really great time and even made plans to return on the 4th of July since everyone was going to be off of work, but everything changed on the way back to the Marina.
I was standing up on the way back, holding on to a metal pole, chatting with Aunt Betty. The ocean was very calm and flat that day so the ride wasn’t rough at all, but thanks to a fellow boater, we got hit with a wake and then suddenly, BANG! I don’t recall the actual impact or the pain right after, but I do remember Betty holding up one of the legs to my sunglasses, which had shattered right off of my face and everyone telling me I had to go sit down while I kept saying that I was fine.
The next thing I remember is Lauren, Rene’s sister, pulling up to my driveway in my car, dropping me off at home. I remember getting out of the car and waving bye to her and the family in their truck. Then the next thing I recall is giving my uncle the keys to my car so he could repark it, him asking me if I was “Drunkiepooh” and me saying yes.
Next thing you know it’s Midnight and I wake up in my bed with a massive migraine, wrapped in a towel, with another towel on my head, thinking “WTF??”
I woke up the next morning, after 15 hours of sleep, thinking I had blacked out from alcohol, even though I only remembered drinking 3 beers, which is child’s play to me. I got ready and went to work, driving really afraid and with a hazy mind and vision that was a bit off. I felt like crap and I didn’t know why. I called my mom and had difficulty expressing myself, like I had a delay in my speech. I wrote an email to Rene’s mom apologizing for having been trashed and if I misbehaved in any way, but she responded almost confused with why I had sent that. She said I had barely drank at all and that I was far from drunk. That I was totally ok, but she had Lauren drive my car for me because of my hit to the head; And that’s when it all made sense.
I called my doctor’s office and they had told me to get there as fast as I could so my mom left work at took me there. I had no idea how bad this all was until I was at the doctor’s office and the Nurse ran out to get the Doc mid-story in a bit of a panic. He explained to us how my “drunken” behavior was a neurological reaction to the impact and suggested I go to the ER to get a CT Scan due to fear that I could have some swelling or bleeding in the brain.
Thank goodness there was none of that and I was able to go home, but not without being prescribed some major pain killers and with orders to rest and not even attempt driving until Saturday. I just feel extremely lucky that I made it through everything without any major damage. Many people have died from these kinds of incidents so for that I’m grateful. Now I just need to make sure to be extra careful whenever I go on the boat again and stay far away from metal poles! No more concussions for me!