When reaching out to parents to explain the purpose of BIRT (Brain Injury Recovery Test), which identifies whether someone has a higher risk of slower recovery and long-term cognitive problems after a concussion, I occasionally hear “why would I have my child tested? I’m not going to put them in bubble wrap, even if they have the gene.”
THIS article in the Huffington Post, written by a high-school student, is why…
Something felt terribly wrong. At first I was just a little woozy. Five minutes later I threw up Taco Del Mar all over the locker room floor, and then had the unfortunate aim of collapsing in it. It was clear that this was unlike any concussion I had received in my past.
The next morning I woke up in a hospital room gasping for air. Oxygen tubes lining my throat were making it harder to breathe. The cranial deposit tubes shoved into my skull were dripping blood onto my hospital gown making me so nauseous that the prospect of walking to the bathroom seemed utterly impossible. Luckily for me, a urinary catheter was painfully snaking through the tip of my penis to the base of my bladder. As I slowly regained consciousness I began to hear voices from the other side of the room. Dr. Sweeney, the neurosurgeon most credited with saving my life, was explaining to my terrified mother that I had sustained a subdural hematoma — medical lingo for severe bleeding of the brain.