December Not So Fun

This would be our car after I got in an accident the week before Christmas. I slid off the road into a pole. Luckily, I was alone. I had a mild concussion and had to go to hospital. It is all a little hazy, but I do remember not remembering. When Glen finally arrived in the hospital and I was talking to him I remember the scared look on his face and I couldn't figure out why he was so scared. Well, apparently I just kept repeating a lot of the same things over and over again like: they told me it is almost Christmas is that true? I guess it also didn't help that he had a message on the phone of me and EMT talking. They were asking me how old I was and he could hear me say how old am I? huh, that is a good question.

I was pretty tired and sore for a couple of weeks and I still have good and bad days, but they are getting fewer and far between. I am pretty sure that I remember most everything again, even my correct age. When I was talking to my sister we were just laughing thinking that age was probably the first thing to go since it is usually being heavily suppressed anyway.