Life moves fast.
And then certain moments crystalize everything.
I was in a car accident. It was minor. I have a concussion. My brain hurts.
I make a living thinking.
I am still articulate. I am not having memory issues. I am not having language issues. But if I have to think too hard . . . my brain hurts. It’s better than yesterday, which is better than the day before.
Immediately after the accident in which I was a passenger in a car FM was driving, we went to a bar, not a hospital. My neck hurt. That was it.
We drank heavily. I was with FM and the goal was: drink.
I texted the three current men in my life-ish, just to see the response: LP, the Bon Vivant, and the new man, the Editor.
The men each responded appropriately and in ways that are so true to their personalities: LP was first and emotional and yet didn’t follow-up until late the next day. The Bon Vivant was within 20 minutes, but sincerely upset. He’s followed up every few hours. The Editor’s message is so quintessentially him that I will share it in its entirety:
Editor: Shit. What happened–were you rear-ended? If your neck is killing you already, you should definitely go to a doc. It will likely get worse. As you may know, the effects of whiplash often don’t manifest themselves fully until much–sometimes years–later. So sorry. 5:29 PM