This story comes to me from a valued reader about how he dealt with his head injury.
Many people looking at me wouldn’t believe it, but I used to be a star football player back in college. Although my current appearance would cause you to think otherwise, it’s true. I was a monster on the field and gained the reputation of being someone you don’t want to mess with. Everyone loved me for the most part, and I had a pretty easy going college experience.
That is, until some idiot janitor dropped a wrench on top of my head. He was fixing a light or something when I was walking by. I’d been hit by some scary linebackers before, but I never felt anything like this! I was immediately out cold, and I didn’t awake until hours later.
When I awoke, everything was blurry and my head was killing me. I also had a hard time talking, as well. Not only that, but my right arm was numb, and my eye wouldn’t stop twitching; I was in bad shape that day.
What sucked was the fact that the championship game was next week, and I was in no condition to set foot onto a field. Yeah . . . I was upset. It didn’t take long for my parents to contact a Rockford personal injury lawyer and sue the school for everything they’re worth.
Over time my eye stopped twitching and my vision cleared, but I’ve never been able to talk the same since. I stutter and stammer over every sentence every time I try to speak. Not only that, but I’ve lost all sensation in my arm. After we realized I wasn’t getting better anytime soon, I knew my football career ended.
But, I had countless friends to fall back on, right?!? People who supported me regardless of my situation? Although I wish the answer to this question was yes, I can’t lie. Even to random strangers, I feel wrong telling lies of a life that never was. No, they forgot about me as soon as I outlived my value in their eyes.
However, it was the people who I didn’t give me too much of their time that still treated me the same. Although my head injury was a horrible experience, I learned more about myself in the process, I guess. Plus, doctors say that new procedures may give me the chance to regain control of my arm again. The money I received from my settlement also helps. So although I’m still salty about how everything played out, I’m just lucky to still be here.