It is now 23:00 GMT as i started to write this.
Saturday: Second period, we’re on a PP. I’m in the corner. Out of nowhere, I get hit. Was the hit clean or not, I don’t know. All I know is that something hit me in the head and as a result my head hit the plexi.
That was Saturday and probably my last lucid memory of the weekend. Sunday I can’t remember anything specific. I know I was at a christening. If you ask me who was there, what they were wearing , I couldn’t even tell you what the baby was called.
It’s now 23:18 GMT. 110 words in 18 minutes. I write solid and good quality press releases in less than 18 minutes.
I had 6 naps on Sunday. I experienced some intense short term memory loss and I kept getting people’s names wrong. I knew faces, but I couldn’t put names to them.
It is difficult to convey the inner feelings exactly, but I go from feeling energetic and happy to utterly run down and depressed.
23:31GMT 184 words. Fuck this is difficult.
I guess the over-riding feeling i’ve got at the moment is frustration at the fact that I can’t do things that come naturally. I’m frustrated at the fact that a season that has been a shambles with injuries hangs in the balance because of a minor blow. I’m angry at myself because I’m doubting myself and my commitment to things I love. I thought I was mentally stronger than that.
23:46 GMT. 268 Words…. my head hurts. I can’t write anymore.
This is just a glimpse into my mind after concussion number 5.