Last summer.. I was riding my bike, and apparently I did something really stupid.
I can't say for sure, because I don't have memories of what happened, only third person accounts of my own actions. Long story short, I was in
eastern
Oregon (
Sun River) to be exact, and had an
unsuccessful right of way negotiation with some
igneous rock. The end result was what the doctor called a "mild" concussion. For several hours or so I jabbered nonsense (apparently I told the doctor that the guy who drove me was from
Canada several times). I got banadages, a few stitches behind my ear, lots of scrapes and scabs, and a
metric buttload of pain. What did we learn here kids? When they tell you "Always wear your
helmet", they aren't lying.
Anyway.. eveything healed.. almost. My left knee.. has a rather large scar on it.. the one spot that remains a visible mark of my actions.. (
why that particular spot didn't heal, i don't know. I would guess, however, that it is because the motions of walking never allowed it to scab over well, and so it scarred. The other knee was not so badly scraped). It is wierd: There is this missing time (
hours) of my memory. Experience surgically removed. In it's place, a scar exists on my knee.