Concussion
Today's story:
I was hung over one morning on the way to work. I had been drinking heavily the night before, as usual, and I still had double vision. I reached Bromley South station and I could see my train pull into the platform so I figured that running was in order to avoid lateness. It being winter in the UK it had been raining and some thoughtful person had left an empty crisp packet on the top step, which I promptly stepped upon. A wet crisp packet on soggy lino has the same level of slipperyness as some nicely oiled ice.
Time slowed down, my foot had slipped backwards making my top half too far forward to me to remain upright. The only options I had were to fall down the staircase possibly resulting in lots of nasty injuries or even death, or to run fast to try to regain my balance. I pelted as fast as I could down the stairs with my face almost parallel to the floor I reached the bottom of the steps but my balance had not been regained, which was worrying especially as I could not see where I was going as I was still facing the floor.
I reached the bottom step and realised that I was completely out of control, I couldn’t see where I was going and I was sprinting down the platform. The other people on the platform were then treated to the sight of me pelting head-long into an iron column and knocking myself unconscious. I woke up a minute or so later and promptly vomited onto the track. An ambulance arrived and just as I was being carted up the stairs on a stretcher some girl from the pub who I really fancied turned up and I had to tell her what had happened.
I got mild concussion, the Drs wanted to keep me in hospital overnight, but I decided that it was a much better idea if I discharged myself and made the best of a day off work by going to the pub and getting smashed.
I was hung over one morning on the way to work. I had been drinking heavily the night before, as usual, and I still had double vision. I reached Bromley South station and I could see my train pull into the platform so I figured that running was in order to avoid lateness. It being winter in the UK it had been raining and some thoughtful person had left an empty crisp packet on the top step, which I promptly stepped upon. A wet crisp packet on soggy lino has the same level of slipperyness as some nicely oiled ice.
Time slowed down, my foot had slipped backwards making my top half too far forward to me to remain upright. The only options I had were to fall down the staircase possibly resulting in lots of nasty injuries or even death, or to run fast to try to regain my balance. I pelted as fast as I could down the stairs with my face almost parallel to the floor I reached the bottom of the steps but my balance had not been regained, which was worrying especially as I could not see where I was going as I was still facing the floor.
I reached the bottom step and realised that I was completely out of control, I couldn’t see where I was going and I was sprinting down the platform. The other people on the platform were then treated to the sight of me pelting head-long into an iron column and knocking myself unconscious. I woke up a minute or so later and promptly vomited onto the track. An ambulance arrived and just as I was being carted up the stairs on a stretcher some girl from the pub who I really fancied turned up and I had to tell her what had happened.
I got mild concussion, the Drs wanted to keep me in hospital overnight, but I decided that it was a much better idea if I discharged myself and made the best of a day off work by going to the pub and getting smashed.