Nose Breaks and Amnesia
The rest of the details I don’t remember, nor did I at the time. I had completely lost any memory of the previous 15 or 20 minutes. But this is what I have been told. I struck out, and my friend was up next. Some time during his turn at the plate, my friend flung the bat backwards. It landed squarely, without anything to mitigate, on the right side of my nose. I fell backwards over some bushes. The bat was thrown intentionally. My friend struck out, got angry, and threw the bat as hard as he could. He didn’t know where I was standing (his report). He and the others helped me get up. We finally walked to his house. His mother freaked out at my sight. She drove us to the hospital. There I stayed for five days after I had surgery on my nose. I was eleven years old at the time.
When I went home, I had plenty of sympathy. I got all kinds of games. My favorite one was a huge box filled with army men and military equipment. The carpet in our living room was at the time green. It was perfect for an all out war. And there I was in the middle of a huge military operation, deep in my pretending, which for a child is “real” in the moment. I then heard a voice commanding me to do something, despite my injury. My imagined scenario collapsed. The army men looked so plastic, no longer the commanders on the ground.
I have no idea why I’m writing about this now, but it came to my mind, so I place it here. Love that Blog-Rigor.