On October 6, 2013, my life was changed- likely forever- though I didn't know it at the time. I was on a mini-vacation with my three children, my mother, my sister, my brother-in-law, and my four nephews and niece. We were having a great time, and at a moment I thought I would capture on my phone's camera, I took a step back- and everything looked different. Apparently, I slipped on someone's spilled movie-theater butter, flew into the air, and bounced my head off the marble floor. I thought I was crying and yelling, but I was told that I didn't make a sound. I remember the sound my head made when I first hit, but I do not recall the second (however, my family has described the second hit as being almost as loud as the first). I vaguely remember the pain that I would feel when I would open my eyes- but I remember it was intense. I was told that several people surrounded me, that my children were crying and trying to come to my aid, and that my sister and brother-in-law held me to stabilize me (he is also a paramedic- thankfully). It has taken me quite a bit of time to recall these events; and I recall other events such as the pain of the board I was strapped to in the ambulance, and wanting my children to know I would be okay- even though I didn't know.
When I was at the hospital, I was given a CT scan, told I had a concussion, held in observation, and later I was told I could go home. I went back to the hotel I was at with my children, because I wanted them to know I was okay after they saw me leave in an ambulance. I remember feelings I had, but not the actual events. Some of this information is what I have been told by my husband and family, so I will assume it to be true. This is how it started.
There was a follow-up visit to the hospital about a week later; I passed-out in the kitchen of my home, with only my children present. At the hospital, they said I was dehydrated, and said I likely had not drank any water or been eating well. I could not smell or taste, had constant loud ringing in my ears, saw everything double, could not walk straight, felt constantly nauseous, and I stuttered when I tried to speak. They said my concussion was more severe, and referred me to a specialist. They said my body was diverting energy to my head to try to deal with the injury, and was likely abandoning some of my other needs. They said I probably didn't feel hunger or thirst, leading to the dehydration as well. This was the beginning.
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