A few years back, I had a friend that was inflicted with a brain aneurysm. Her recount of what happened when it burst was fascinating. She told me that she just woke up one day and she couldn't move the entire left side of her body. She had to have her boyfriend piggyback her to his car so he could drive her to the hospital. When she got to the hospital, they showed her pictures of horses, cows, chickens, and pigs. She told me that she'd be able to recognized these animals in her brain, but when she tried to say "horse," she wouldn't be able to. As a scientist, I thought that maybe she just forgot her barnyard animals since kindergarten was so many years ago at that point. But then she proceeded to say the same thing happened with pictures of fruits and vegetables. Then I was convinced. Her brain was messed the fuck up.
I am only reminded of this story since I underwent a similar experience just recently. It was suddenly dark and I had to squint to even distinguish whether or not a person was female or a male, let alone a friend or a foe. I would waft through the crowds of people like a toad fighting to swim upstream. I was leaning on people for balance because my entire left side of my body, particularly, hurt so much. I was getting nauseous. I remember getting a little panicked. OMG, do I have a brain aneurysm. Someone call an ambulance PLEASE, I wanted to yell out, but I couldn't.
For a brief moment, I thought the end was coming near. I shut my eyes, took my last breath. Then I realized. Oh wait. I'm drunk.
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