Exactly two weeks back, I took a spill coming down Pagemill road and that is all I know of it because I do not remember any of it. A passerby called 911 and I was admitted first to ER and then to the Neuro ICU of Stanford Hospital .
I remember being in physical pain but for some reason, I was in extremely good spirits. May be it was the morphine. May be it was the fact that all I needed to was sleep. I was in some sort of daze the whole time.
After I came back home, for the first week, I was unusually happy. May be it was the Vicodin. May be because all I needed to do was rest. The second week, I had to start working and I hadn't expected that getting back to work would be so tough. Two days back, I couldn't write a few lines of code without the head hurting. It was a massive effort to write one piece of code.
I never thought of brain as an organ that needs to be taken care of. Now I do not bombard it with too many inputs. I enjoy silence. I do not listen to music while working or driving. I do not drink. I am not going to the movies. Not yet anyways.
I remember being in physical pain but for some reason, I was in extremely good spirits. May be it was the morphine. May be it was the fact that all I needed to was sleep. I was in some sort of daze the whole time.
After I came back home, for the first week, I was unusually happy. May be it was the Vicodin. May be because all I needed to do was rest. The second week, I had to start working and I hadn't expected that getting back to work would be so tough. Two days back, I couldn't write a few lines of code without the head hurting. It was a massive effort to write one piece of code.
I never thought of brain as an organ that needs to be taken care of. Now I do not bombard it with too many inputs. I enjoy silence. I do not listen to music while working or driving. I do not drink. I am not going to the movies. Not yet anyways.
