Spike ,'Touched'
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There have been a flurry of articles recently about how prevalent concussions are in the NFL and the brain damage they cause in players. Helmet on helmet hits almost guarantee it.
The Giants had a catcher retire because he'd been concussed so many times just from foul balls hitting his catcher's mask.
The Giants had a catcher retire because he'd been concussed so many times just from foul balls hitting his catcher's mask.
And in soccer, D.C. United's Josh Gros had to retire because of after-effects of a concussion.
The flurry of articles and conversation about concussions is largely due to Malcolm Gladwell's article in the New Yorker. Fascinating, harrowing reading.
Hope you get some help and feel 100% again soon, Anne.
She was out of it and forgetful and had a hard time concentrating and found it harder to articulate things.
In the category of Everything I Know About Head Injuries I Learned Playing Rugby*, one of my friends who never could learn to put her head to the side when tackling had a temporary stutter after her last few concussions.
My worst one (associated with my blowout fracture ), left me so sensitive to light in the affected eye that a friend made me an eyepatch with electrical tape for my ride home.
* see also: ACL Tears, How to Take Care of a Drunk Person, Dirty Limericks for All Occasions, etc.
On an entirely different topic: My fiancee's father just agreed to come to our wedding.
This is really big. If I weren't stuck in bed with a cold, and also currently in another country from her, there'd be big celebrating.
My fiancee's father just agreed to come to our wedding.
Yay!
I had a krav teacher I otherwise liked and respected a great deal who gave me shit for not being on top of my game for months after my worst concussion. Then he got beaned. Oh, I was happy about the schadenfreude. He kept teaching the same thing over and over because his short term memory was shot. At least I knew what my limitations were going to be--I lost my ability to be explosive and loud, but I could cope in advance with the memory loss.
He later bonked me in the head with a fake knife and concussed me again, so all told he won the concussion battle. But he did apologise to me for not getting the impairment.
The krav centre was pretty harsh about what they would and wouldn't allow me to do when they knew I was concussed. I threw a fit because they didn't do that for the guys that got concussed--someone then pointed out to me that I had other things to do with my brain and the guys in question were "just" fighters and krav was all they had, so why hold them back?
Hmm.
On an entirely different topic: My fiancee's father just agreed to come to our wedding.
Wow! That's fantastic news.
Oh, Seska! Wonderful news! It's made my day. So I can just imagine how happy you are.
Heh. I'd be so much happier if I weren't all full of cold. I was pissy at The Girl on the phone. I should really call her back and be less pissy.
But yes, truly awesome news! Woo!
& Damn. Now I really have to get on with planning a wedding.