I had a head trauma myself, half a year ago.
Did a head-first somersault onto the hard pavement while biking, luckily wearing a helmet.
Lost only about 2.5hrs of memory (mostly after the accident, but some of it before).
It really creeped me out, just not knowing what happened during that time (e.g. I talked to my wife on the phone while riding the ambulance - completely no recollection of it).
But this ongoing memory resetting you described is a much more terrifying idea.
How do you feel about it now?
Aaaaand also: Do you wish the movie had rather been Groundhog Day? ;-)
This happened about 17 years ago, so for me before menopause but not long after I’d stopped using drugs … I really took the “accept the things you cannot change” to heart, and got on with it.
Being scared of what had happened wouldn’t help me with my life. Having a healthier respect for the frailties of my body, however, did help me avoid future injuries from hubris.
I fell while figure skating, which is a pastime where wearing protective gear is frowned upon.
My then-boyfriend (the last guy I would ever date) took me back to a kebab place that apparently I’d sworn was the best I’d ever tasted the week before. I had no memory of it, and the kebab I then had was mid tier at best :-/
That’s… somewhat frightening?
I had a head trauma myself, half a year ago.
Did a head-first somersault onto the hard pavement while biking, luckily wearing a helmet.
Lost only about 2.5hrs of memory (mostly after the accident, but some of it before).
It really creeped me out, just not knowing what happened during that time (e.g. I talked to my wife on the phone while riding the ambulance - completely no recollection of it).
But this ongoing memory resetting you described is a much more terrifying idea.
How do you feel about it now?
Aaaaand also: Do you wish the movie had rather been Groundhog Day? ;-)
This happened about 17 years ago, so for me before menopause but not long after I’d stopped using drugs … I really took the “accept the things you cannot change” to heart, and got on with it.
Being scared of what had happened wouldn’t help me with my life. Having a healthier respect for the frailties of my body, however, did help me avoid future injuries from hubris.
I fell while figure skating, which is a pastime where wearing protective gear is frowned upon.
My then-boyfriend (the last guy I would ever date) took me back to a kebab place that apparently I’d sworn was the best I’d ever tasted the week before. I had no memory of it, and the kebab I then had was mid tier at best :-/