steezee5
Active member
To begin this, I would like to make it clear to everybody that I am not looking for sympathy, respect, admiration, or credit for being cool enough to have this happen. None of that is the case, in fact I'm sharing this for people's benefit and to prevent it from happening to anybody else.
For the record, I go to an ivy league college in new england, there is a lot lot of drinking because we are up in the woods and there's nothing else to do. Anyway, there are about 16 frats on campus and a social event called a "circuit" involves going around with a group of friends, and drinking a beer at each frat you visit. About two weeks ago (it was a Friday night) I was on one such "circuit" with a group of dudes. I had already drank and smoked quite a bit, but as we all know can happen, you never really know how fucked up you are until you are FUCKED UP. well, boy, just wait what happened.
We had two more frats to go, and i was blacked out. We were going down this set of concrete steps (about 16 or 20) outisde with a railing. I guess I tried sliding down the railing and in my sloppy-ass state i slipped off, falling and hitting the back of my head on the concrete steps. According to my friends, I was knocked out for about 20 seconds. I came to, and was walked home (i dont remember any of this) and put in bed with some ice or whatever for my head.
I woke up the next morning wondering what really happened (hungover as shit too). I had peed on my floor....sweet. Anyway, my head was killing me and i remembered hitting my head (i guess) and so i went to the campus infirmary just to make sure everything was ok. They did some tests on my pupils, checked my nerves, responses, spinal cord, whatever - and diagnosed me with a mild concussion.
Fast forward. I try eating dinner that night (Saturday) and can barely get anyhting down. Around 8 pm, I suddenly feel really nauseuous and throw up EVERYTHING, violently. Wow. I spend the next 3 hours booting hard, until all thats coming up with blood and bile. Around then, i start slurring my words and just go completely out of it. My roommates its time to take me to the emergency room.
a CAT scan that night revealed a slow-bleeding hemmohrage in my brain. The slow bleed meant the symptoms didnt show up until saturday night. I spent the next week in the Neuroscience Intensive Care Unit with a fucking IV and my parents in tears.
Luckily, a second CAT scan showed the bleed slowly stopping. The doctors predict absolutely no long-term damage, thank god.
Medically, the worst thing to do to somebody with a head injury is let them go to bed; in hindsight, in the hospital they said there was a 50% CHANCE i wouldn't have woken up saturday morning. Fuck.
I'm out of the hospital now and doing better everyday. I still have short-term memory problems, trouble focusing my vision, and my concentration is terrible. But at least I'm alive. I got incredibly lucky, and think about that everyday.
****MESSAGE OF THIS STORY: If one of your friends gets hurt, ever, in any way, go with the safe move and get some help. As i learned, you never know what could happen. Also, i'm all about partying and having a good time. But remember, as i always will, bad - no, terrible - shit can happen, and could change your life forver.
I'm lucky, I'll be skiing again in 6 weeks.
For the record, I go to an ivy league college in new england, there is a lot lot of drinking because we are up in the woods and there's nothing else to do. Anyway, there are about 16 frats on campus and a social event called a "circuit" involves going around with a group of friends, and drinking a beer at each frat you visit. About two weeks ago (it was a Friday night) I was on one such "circuit" with a group of dudes. I had already drank and smoked quite a bit, but as we all know can happen, you never really know how fucked up you are until you are FUCKED UP. well, boy, just wait what happened.
We had two more frats to go, and i was blacked out. We were going down this set of concrete steps (about 16 or 20) outisde with a railing. I guess I tried sliding down the railing and in my sloppy-ass state i slipped off, falling and hitting the back of my head on the concrete steps. According to my friends, I was knocked out for about 20 seconds. I came to, and was walked home (i dont remember any of this) and put in bed with some ice or whatever for my head.
I woke up the next morning wondering what really happened (hungover as shit too). I had peed on my floor....sweet. Anyway, my head was killing me and i remembered hitting my head (i guess) and so i went to the campus infirmary just to make sure everything was ok. They did some tests on my pupils, checked my nerves, responses, spinal cord, whatever - and diagnosed me with a mild concussion.
Fast forward. I try eating dinner that night (Saturday) and can barely get anyhting down. Around 8 pm, I suddenly feel really nauseuous and throw up EVERYTHING, violently. Wow. I spend the next 3 hours booting hard, until all thats coming up with blood and bile. Around then, i start slurring my words and just go completely out of it. My roommates its time to take me to the emergency room.
a CAT scan that night revealed a slow-bleeding hemmohrage in my brain. The slow bleed meant the symptoms didnt show up until saturday night. I spent the next week in the Neuroscience Intensive Care Unit with a fucking IV and my parents in tears.
Luckily, a second CAT scan showed the bleed slowly stopping. The doctors predict absolutely no long-term damage, thank god.
Medically, the worst thing to do to somebody with a head injury is let them go to bed; in hindsight, in the hospital they said there was a 50% CHANCE i wouldn't have woken up saturday morning. Fuck.
I'm out of the hospital now and doing better everyday. I still have short-term memory problems, trouble focusing my vision, and my concentration is terrible. But at least I'm alive. I got incredibly lucky, and think about that everyday.
****MESSAGE OF THIS STORY: If one of your friends gets hurt, ever, in any way, go with the safe move and get some help. As i learned, you never know what could happen. Also, i'm all about partying and having a good time. But remember, as i always will, bad - no, terrible - shit can happen, and could change your life forver.
I'm lucky, I'll be skiing again in 6 weeks.
