I had two volleyball games this week; home and away. Our full uniforms didn't come yet so we got these huge T-shirts with our numbers on them. I love T-shirts, so I don't mind. We lost our very first game, the away game, but won the second game, the home game. We play best out of 5 now, because we're in a different league. Before it was always best out of 3. Both games were super dooper close.
During the first set of our home game, we were on fire! I got in this cool dive (well, cool to me) that saved the ball and our team was playing together really well. But, alas, the ball went out and I tried to save it. POP! My mom said she could hear my head smack the gym floor all the way from the bleachers. I later told Dr. H that I hadn't blacked out, but, thinking back, I'm pretty sure things went dark for a second there. Then someone pulled me up and I was standing on feet that felt like I'd fallen asleep in the lotus position and woke up to extreme "pins-and-needles". The first thing I said, though, was "I just had a deja vu!" It was true; I'd seen this before somewhere, but it felt like I was remembering a dream rather than a real memory.
I sat down immediately with ice to my head. Bad news: I couldn't play until I had a doctor's note saying I could. So, I was out. We won. Huzzah.
This is the first time I've ever had a concussion. I had a little goose-egg on my head and torn muscles in my neck, all from some stupid dive. I proceeded to act like an awkward child the rest of the evening at our "team" celebration, but I couldn't tell if that was concussion-induced or me just being my regular self. I don't think I'll ever know.
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