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Thank you, Natasha

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

“Are you OK?”

My eyes flutter open.

Oh my God.

Everything was blurred. Snippets of Ice Castles flashed through my mind.

Oh my God. I’ve gone blind.

I blink a few times.

My glasses. My glasses must have gotten knocked off when I fell.

And so began Poppyseed’s 8th birthday party. Five minutes into her skating party, I was on the disabled list. Coming out of the second turn, I felt my legs slip out from under me, as I fell backwards, whacking my head on the hard floor.

“Let me help you,” said one mom. “Here are your glasses,” said another. They said a few other things as they guided me off the floor, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. The massive pain in my head was pulling my attention elsewhere.

I stood on the side of the rink for a few moments, waiting for the shakiness to pass. With a sudden onset of nausea, I caught PC’s attention and asked him to help me to a seat. The grandmother of one of Poppyseed’s guests sat with me while PC fetched a cup of water. Maybe some cold water would quell the pain. The nausea. The overwhelming flushed sensation. The blurriness.

And then I remembered her. Natasha Richardson. Having hit her head while on a beginning ski run in 2009, she refused medical treatment. Three hours later, complaining of a headache, she was admitted to a hospital and diagnosed with an epidural hematoma. Because she had not been examined at a medical facility immediately after impact, a potentially-treatable injury proved fatal.

“Call my dad,” I quietly instructed, “I need to go to the hospital.”

Though I missed the rest of the party, seeking medical attention was the right decision. Having already survived a brain trauma, as the ER doctor explained, my head is just a bit more susceptible to further damage. A CT ruled out any bleeding or fracture.

Diagnosis? Mild concussion. Treatment? Rest. And time. Fortunately DadGiraffe thought to ask when I might be feeling better. For had he not, I would be really concerned that I was still symptomatic two days later.

But the pain is not as bad today as it was yesterday and, I imagine, is worse today than it will be tomorrow.

Though there doesn’t seem to be anything they could do to heal my bruised pride.

9 Comments leave one →
  1. Wednesday, 15 June 2011 7:41 am

    Wishing you a refuah sh’leimah, Frume Sarah!

  2. Wednesday, 15 June 2011 7:51 am

    Oh my goodness, how frightening, and any loss of consciousness is worth getting checked out for sure. So glad you’re going to be just fine. Refuah shleimah my friend.

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  3. Wednesday, 15 June 2011 8:00 am

    OMG… when I read your initial post on Facebook, Natasha’s incident was the FIRST thing I thought of!! So glad you sought medical attention when you did and that you’re okay!!

  4. Wednesday, 15 June 2011 10:39 am

    What a terrifying experience. I am so glad it wasn’t more serious and that you are on the mend.

  5. Wednesday, 15 June 2011 12:13 pm

    oh my goodness. how did i miss this….i am SOOOOOO glad you are okay. sending love and healing thoughts.

  6. Wednesday, 15 June 2011 10:12 pm

    Refuah shlemah!! Glad you kept your head even though it got banged up.

  7. Frume Sarah permalink*
    Thursday, 16 June 2011 9:28 am

    Thanks so much, chaveirot. Still a bit achy, but certainly improved. Sleep is still off, but that is to be expected. And I’m still a little cranky. But things are moving in the right directions, B”H.

  8. Thursday, 16 June 2011 10:20 am

    Refuah shlemah! Hope you are no longer feeling bruised…

  9. Wednesday, 22 June 2011 7:02 am

    Wishing you refuah shleimah.

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