"Watch your head," the guy said as we got on the Ferris wheel Sunday at the carnival. They always say that, of course. Turns out there's a reason.
stepped up and – SMACK – hit my head hard on the cross bar. Saw stars. My
hat flew off. I lost a little bit of skin, a patch maybe the size of a quarter, dead center right at the hairline, as if I could afford to lose any
there. It bled a little so I performed my personal first aid – put my
hat back on.
Today it's two days later and my head feels fine. My neck is a little sore, as if I had jammed it or something. But I'll survive. I can turn my head, it just hurts a little when I do.
big disappointment is – I have been reading the neurologist Oliver Sacks,
his stories about head injuries causing all sorts of interesting mental
things – people coming out of a coma or suffering a head injury and
suddenly speaking a language they didn't previously know, or with an
Irish accent, or suddenly manifesting new musical abilities or memory
feats or, you know, cool stuff. There are of course far more stories in
Sacks' books about terrible things, but I try not to focus on those.
I'm asking, where's the Russian? Where's the sudden ability to play
piano, or do complicated lightning math in my head? I'm feeling sort of
let down here. I'm the same old boring guy I always was, only with a sore neck. That hardly seems fair.
Oh, but the church carnival we were at had
advertised they'd have 3 tons of roast pork on hand – 6,000 pounds! That was no disappointment. Had a pulled pork sandwich that easily had a
pound of pork on it. Delicious. Made the head injury worthwhile.