Closed Head Injuries…
I like to think of myself as fairly intelligent. I had a job for 20+ years that required a good knowledge of anatomy, physiology, and medical terminology and the ability to handle statistics and such. But that wasn’t always the case.
As a child, apparently, I wasn’t always the sharpest tool in the shed. Case in point:
I was quite a tomboy as a girl. Oh, I had my dolls and girlie stuff to play with, but it wasn’t uncommon to see me playing on the roof of the school across the street from our house…though, of course, I always played on the back side of the school so my parents couldn’t see me running around up there. Or I could be found playing with Matchbox cars outside in the dirt with the boy next door.
When I was about nine or ten years old, for some unexplained reason, there was a mattress lying on the floor at the bottom of the basement stairs. It was so inviting that I decided to jump on to it…from the landing…about 12 steps!!
Big Mistake!! I had not yet developed any engineering knowledge and did not take into consideration the huge steel beam that ran the length of the house directly above the bottom step.
Well, I jumped…and don’t remember anything else until I woke up sometime later…flat on my back…and with a sore head.
I never told anyone in the family about it for almost 40 years. Then I casually mentioned it to Dad…who was also the ‘adventurous type’ as a child (at the age of five he burned down a chicken coop while trying to bake a potato). He laughed long and hard when he heard my tale.
Shortly afterwards, Dad told me that he had mentioned the incident to my brother Woodsman, who also got a good laugh out of it. Woodsman, however, had laughed because he had apparently done the exact same thing…with the exact same results.
Believe it or not, we really do know how to use our heads!