The other day I was presented with some photos which I thought for sure were lost and never to be found. Funny thing is... this is something from my past that I do NOT remember, at least not the "accident." These are the details I'm aware of... perhaps Mom can fill in the gaps?
The pictures are dated June 1981, so I would have been almost 8 years old at the time. Apparently I was riding my bike where I was forbidden to do so, and obviously I was forbidden for good purpose -- DANGER! As the story goes, I had somewhat of a bike accident followed by an older gentleman scraping me up and taking me to the nearest house for identification. The young lady at the house informed, "I don't know who that is, but that is what J.J. was wearing in school today." So Mom came to my rescue and took me straight to the emergency room. This is where I begin to remember things.
I woke up to my Mom dabbing the wounds on my face, OUCH Ma!!! She asked me if I knew where I was and I did. I don't know how I knew because what came prior to that was a mystery to me. I was admitted. For exactly what, I do not know... maybe for observation? I spent several days in the hospital. They gave me orange flavored medicine. I wonder what it was for? I remember a baby sharing my room who cried at odd hours which was very annoying. If I wandered down the hall to use the rest room, the nurses chased after me. I wonder now if they thought I was going to escape or something??? Some doctor woke me in the middle of the night to take me to an exam room. Maybe it was for a physical? All I really recall is his checking my reflexes. Who was that? Dr Lobas maybe? I don't know.
The next memory I have is that my Dad made a special visit to me. I can remember seeing him out my window. If I remember correctly, he was dressed in army fatigues. Did he come home from the Reserves that day? He brought me a light blue Strawberry Shortcake nighty and I was very impressed. So impressed that I kept it for many years, even after I grew out of it.
My days in the Hospital were spent hugging my "Big Teddy," coloring in a special coloring book with a deer in it, (who gave me that?) and watching TV. I had my crayons and coloring book in the tray table, where I could open and look at my warped face in the mirror. Every so often the nurses would come in and put more ointment on my wounds. Apparently a plastic surgeon cared for me, which likely had a lot to do with the fact that I don't have any visible scars.
I guess that's all I really remember. My theory is that I may have been angry and left on my bike in a fury. I THINK I was on route to my best-friend, Chrissy's house, which was not far from where I was found. I have a friend who studied psychiatry and he said that I will go over and over it in my mind until I convince myself that I remember. Hmph.
Things I wish I knew....
1) Who scraped me up?
2) Why was I where I was?
3) Do I have any memory from times prior to this incident?
3) WHAT HAPPENED??? Did I hit a pot-hole? Did I get hit by a car? Did I just fall down? WHAT?!!!!
Interesting Facts Related To This Accident
- Due to the trauma, one of my front teeth was affected. The dentist tells me it was like having a natural root canal. For years that tooth was darker than the others and eventually I had it crowned.
- I did not ride a bike for about 15 years after this accident. Funny thing is that I fell off my horse a gazillion times and always got back on, but fell off my bike once and pretty much gave it up.
I've considered requesting my medical records from that hospital stay, just for informational purposes. They are not readily available anymore, but I could order them for a price.
So there you have it... I may have looked completely different if it weren't for this accident.