My name is AJ Fleau
I was in a car accident
My spine is fractured in 2 areas
I had a concussion
I still am having memory loss issues
This is my story
My staples came out yesterday. Or rather, I got them pried out of my skull. I’ve had stitches removed a couple of times, which was not fun by any means, but this… my god, was not excruciatingly painful, just not fun & I am glad it ended as quickly as it did.
Apparently the first stitch that Sherri, Doc’s name was Sherri, decided to pull out had already started to scab over. She wanted to go after the most difficult one first, and everything else would be less painful from there on. She went in with her medical plier-like instrument. She tugged once, nothing. She tugged twice, still nothing. And after a failed attempt third tugged, I began to question if this bitch had ever done this before… She verbalized to me that she would be skipping that one and went to the next.
She pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and then came to a pause before she asked me “How many staples did you have again? I told her I was told I had 8. Then again, I did have a concussion and am still suffering from memory loss. Sherri tells me she doesn’t see any more staples, however she’s only pulled out 7.
Great. Sherri, who had so much trouble pulling my first staple out, is now question if she missed one. I’m sure the fact that a few of them started to scab over, as well as the fact that my hair is so thick really didn’t help the situation. My records had to be pulled up, however, while Sherri was in search, this didn’t stop her assistant from annoyingly & vigorously digging through my scalp like this 8th staple was some fabulous wonderful treasure that if found would allow her to pay of her student loans and dump her job as an assistant.
Apparently I only received 7 staples and was now a little annoyed that all this extra time, and pain, had needed to be spent. But, in the end, I suppose it was better be safe than sorry and I’m kinda glad they’re out now, they were starting to itch and were uncomfortable when I laid down for bed. The end.
Apparently my mother and I made plans to go to San Antonio today. These plans were made yesterday, I believe. My mom got off work and came to pick me up to head out and I was so confused. I have no recollection of setting up these plans. I mean, I remember that we were making plans, but I don’t remember what the final outcome came out to be.
I wanted to cry. I can’t explain the feeling I felt, it was a mix of sadness, frustration & over-all helplessness. I’m not sure exactly why, but I did. It’s not like I forgot that we had come to the plan off heading to San Antonio, it was like when I went back in my head to where that memory should be, well… it was just a void, like a black hole. Forgetting something is like a memory being covered in dust, it’s there just a little lost with time & covered up. This was different, this memory was completely gone.
I understand I had a concussion, but damn, I also had just created this memory. I know my mind deleted some memories, or perhaps just misplaced them, but is it still deleting/misplacing them?
The trip went well, and I suppose only time will tell how my brain decides to heal. Luckily, the people I’m currently surrounding myself with, my loved ones, are really patient with me. I guess all I can do is the same, be patient…