Concussed, worst word ever

Seriously, when did that become a word. Why not say "suffered a concussion"? Or "sustained a concussion"?

How does one sustain a concussion?

DominosCEO wrote:How does one sustain a concussion?

Is when your brain is bruised from hitting the inside of your skull.

And I'm sure one bruises more the harder he is hit

DominosCEO wrote:How does one sustain a concussion?

In chronological order:

Bounced head off of one of those metal hippopotamus things on the spring on the playground things (2nd grade - 5 stitches)

Bounced head off of wet bathroom floor at county park (4th grade, butterfly stitches)

Bad hop, baseball (5th grade?, fractured eye orbit)

Smear the queer, someone getting whipped around slammed their noggin into mine (8th grade? goose egg the size of a golf ball)

I was going to say I made it through HS clean, but remembered running down the basement stairs and jumping the bottom 3 stairs.  Which I regularly did, but not in my work boots.  Slammed my forehead into the beam over the stairs, went parallel to the floor I think before falling back and smashing my head into the tread of the bottom stair.  I'm gonna say 11th grade there.

First week of first year at MSU, putting the dishes away.  Stood up under an open cupboard while putting the dishes away.  Literally felt like someone came across the top of my head with a 2x4.  Shook myself off and told myself, "get up, you're tougher than this" as I didn't want my roommates to know how stupid I was.  Put the dishes away for another 5 minutes before I realized that the blood in the dishwasher was coming out of the top of my head.  Misplaced my SSN and a few friends names and phone numbers after that one.

Softball, towering pop fly, wind blowing out, lost my footing in tall wet grass, caught with my eye.  Fractured sinus and 8 stitches to put my eyebrow back together. You know it's a bad deal when you get hit in the eye and cough up blood for a week, (I can post a pic - 26 maybe)

Hockey - yeah, I've had my bell rung a few times I'm sure.

That's maybe all of them?  It's a wonder I'm not a complete retread.

Your memory is remarkable for somebody who has hit their head so many times

DominosCEO wrote:Your memory is remarkable for somebody who has hit their head so many times

I know! Right?  Which means 1 of 3 things.
1. Sugar Shane is fine.
2. I could'a been even more of a genius.
3. My brain is gonna turn to swiss cheese and I'm gonna get the Alzheimers something fierce.

(Having scars helps too I guess... with the remembering)

Gomer wrote:
I know! Right?  Which means 1 of 3 things.
1. Sugar Shane is fine.
2. I could'a been even more of a genius.
3. My brain is gonna turn to swiss cheese and I'm gonna get the Alzheimers something fierce.

(Having scars helps too I guess... with the remembering)

Now in today's lesson, we learn that hitting your head more often makes you smarter.

Let me demonstrate.

No. Pickle is the worst word ever.

DominosCEO wrote:How does one sustain a concussion?

You must accelerate backward at a rate of 130g, pinning your brain against the front of your skull and sustaining the concussion, until you hit light speed and can't go any faster.

Gomer wrote:
In chronological order:

Bounced head off of one of those metal hippopotamus things on the spring on the playground things (2nd grade - 5 stitches)

Bounced head off of wet bathroom floor at county park (4th grade, butterfly stitches)

Bad hop, baseball (5th grade?, fractured eye orbit)

Smear the queer, someone getting whipped around slammed their noggin into mine (8th grade? goose egg the size of a golf ball)

I was going to say I made it through HS clean, but remembered running down the basement stairs and jumping the bottom 3 stairs.  Which I regularly did, but not in my work boots.  Slammed my forehead into the beam over the stairs, went parallel to the floor I think before falling back and smashing my head into the tread of the bottom stair.  I'm gonna say 11th grade there.

First week of first year at MSU, putting the dishes away.  Stood up under an open cupboard while putting the dishes away.  Literally felt like someone came across the top of my head with a 2x4.  Shook myself off and told myself, "get up, you're tougher than this" as I didn't want my roommates to know how stupid I was.  Put the dishes away for another 5 minutes before I realized that the blood in the dishwasher was coming out of the top of my head.  Misplaced my SSN and a few friends names and phone numbers after that one.

Softball, towering pop fly, wind blowing out, lost my footing in tall wet grass, caught with my eye.  Fractured sinus and 8 stitches to put my eyebrow back together. You know it's a bad deal when you get hit in the eye and cough up blood for a week, (I can post a pic - 26 maybe)

Hockey - yeah, I've had my bell rung a few times I'm sure.

That's maybe all of them?  It's a wonder I'm not a complete retread.

Moral: Non-athletes shouldn't play sports.