Mine relates to shit-load of yours. All of you talking about how fucking scary it was blacking out for even just a minute because of head injury, that's pretty god damn serious, that is medically described as a grade 3 concussion, maybe you didn't feel the regular after concussion symptoms, so sometimes called a "mini-concussion",but that was still a very serious thing. For anyone reading this, please if something like that happens to you, no matter what, take it rrrreealll fucking easy after that, for awhile. You could rattle your brain around a lil more after that and do some serious fucking damage. I have for sure had a "mini-concussion" at least 4 times now, only once because of skiing, after talking with a professional about it I was pretty scared, and so relieved none of them were serious (but hey who knows maybe it did do permanent damage.) So anyway here's my rant of my for sure grade 3 concussion and my worst shiner ever;
about halfway through the 4years dating my ex, we had a "broken-up" period (Quotes because obviously it wasn't very serious, we were basically still seeing eachother) where she "dated" this ghetto ass weed hustling man-child(emphasis on the man part, fists the size of my entire skull) but he was 16 so obv me and the ex had quite a few clandestine meetings at a local motel. Of course him being a greasy local weed dealer he finds out, tried to fight me around the time they broke up but im a man of words and we were at a dealers house who didnt want no trable, so nothing happened. Fast forward about 2 weeks and were officially back together, at the same dealers house. Dealer tells us oh shit baby dicks coming over better bounce, literally stand up to leave and oh look who's comes through the door, mister bricks for fists. I looked to my left, and then woke up on the floor, with a bunch of people I didn't recognize yelling and pushing around me. I still have barely any memory of what happened, vague foggy memories of about the 5 minutes after. Ex told me, as soon as he walked through the door he haymaker'ed the shit out of me, lifted me off my feet, causing me to crack the back of my skull against a table as I was coming down then again bounced my skull off the floor. He actually was trying to say cmon you wanna fight now bitch? Like christ Im pretty sure I couldn't formulate a sentence let alone get into my first fist fight ever. Thank god weed-dealer bro and several not retarded peoples saw I was basically a zombie, dealt with the situation, and did some basic concussion medical treatment and looking after for the next little while. Thank god it wasn't too bad, and probably the worst that came out of it was my face swelled right the fuck up and I could barely see out of the onw eye, lol still worked a fry cook shift that night. But yeah, losing consciousness, no matter how briefly, is super serious. Get that shit looked after well and good. Tell someone who knows a what their doing. Also praise to every panoply of gods I've never broken a bone, still crossing my fingers every time I say that. some of these stories are basically my fucking nightmares.