It was a normal Tuesday. I got up, took my shower, dressed and headed off to school. I went to homeroom, and first through fifth periods went as usual. I ate lunch during sixth. I slept in seventh, study hall. And Pre-Calculus class eighth just seemed to fly by.
The school day was over and I had only one meeting before I went to football practice. It was for Italian Club. The meeting was to form the club and discuss plans for a possible trip to Italy. During this meeting I was voted president of the club, which surprised me. I figured that with that happening, this would be a really great day.
After the meeting, I called my mother to ask her for a ride to practice. She drove me and when she dropped me off, I thanked her, saying I'd see her after practice. I headed into the locker room to get ready for practice.Then I sprinted to the practice field so I would not be late.
From this point, my mind is blank. I cannot tell you what happened. The next thing I remember is lying in a hospital bed - in the emergency room. I did not know why I was there or how I got there. What had happened? Why was I here? Why can't I remember what happened?
As I laid there, I looked around. I knew where I was. I knew who I was. I knew that my mother and sister were there. I asked them questions. They gave me answers,.I asked more questions. Then I askcd the same questions over and over again. How old am I? Seventeen. Am I a senior? What happened? We don't know. I swear I am reliving this. Do I have a girlfriend? Yes. Has this happened before? No. Who is my girlfriend? Has this happened to me before? No. How old am I? You just asked that. I swear I am relivmg this. I asked the same questions over and over.
A doctor came and left without saying a word. The needle and tube that had been in my hand was no longer there. Next thing I knew, I was outside walking to the truck. Then I was home. I took off my football pants, told my parents that these weren't my sneakers, and I went to bed. My mother checked on me three times that night even though I only remember one.
To this day I still do not remember most of Tuesday, September 23, 1997. I do not remember starting practice, warming up, or doing defensive drills. I can't tell you who hit me or if I got water after drills. I can't tell you about the ambulance ride to the hospital or what they did to me in the ambulance. I do not remember going into the Emergency Room, or having a CAT scan. All I do know is that I had a concussion. The one thing I do know is that I will never know what happened that day. It is lost forever somewhere in my mind, never to be found. tf
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.