The Salamander Supremacy - ping
Y’all probably have heard this already but in 1981, a horse I was leading got spooked by a door slamming and flattened me on a blacktop driveway.
I was in a coma for 11 days and was expected to die because the _entire frontal lobe_ of my brain was reduced to Slurpee.
Their “best case scenario” was me living as a vegetable for the rest of my days.
[my dad bought me a box and a plot, that’s how hopeless the neuros were]
Obviously, I lived.
I had to go for MRIs every year [and technically, I still should be] but every one still showed a fist-sized “hole” in my brain where my thought-bits used to be.
Several years ago I had one just out of curiosity, after ignoring them for over a decade.
Now, the neuros not only can’t explain how or why am I not only ‘cognizant and functioning’ [to the point where I actually started learning to read Greek, got into quantum physics, holographic universe theory and a bunch of other “egg head” stuff I never cared about before], they can’t explain *why* the “hole” is gone and has apparently regrown brain tissue.
Right after the injury, they kept giving me evals to see “what was left of my intellect”.
The test dude said I did better than 99% of people who’d never had head injuries to begin with.
IMO, God spared my life and my brain “rewired” itself while I was “out”.
To really creep y’all out, I grew up a “tom boy” and got a zillion cuts, gashes, punctures and whatnot in my ridge-running days.
I have also accidentally cut off the tips of two fingers to where the bone ends.
The horse wreck sheared off the entire top of my right hand and my right ankle [including the ankle bone] yet with a magnifying glass, none of you could find one single scar on me *anywhere*.
[even the finger tips and ankle bone “grew back”]
I just regenerate.....:)
[and you thought my user name was just some cute little thing]....LOL