| Posted: 05 June 2026 at 10:35pm | IP Logged | 9
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I have a catheter story! And only because I learned the hard way what that even was.....
When I was 10 years old, I suffered a serious concussion in school (punk kids running down the hallway crashed into me, causing me to fall and bonk my head on the floor). Within the hour, I remember becoming increasingly dizzy and incoherent. I remember making a phone call from the nurse's office to my mom, asking me where I was and I said repeatedly "I'm home". The nurse told her that she thought I was faking. Lucky for me since I never did fake being sick, she chose to believe me, instead (helluva lawsuit avoided, there!)
My last memory was running to my bed after she brought me home. Suddenly....the next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed all by myself, half naked from the waist down, with that good ol' tube where nature never intended. So like Guy Pearce in MOMENTO, I had no idea what had lead to this nightmare scenario.
As I was told after the fact, after my last memory I had become increasingly incoherent, and even violent. My mom and stepdad drove me to the hospital, where I was screaming that I was blind, and was even physically fighting the hospital aides trying to admit me. They assumed that someone had slipped me drugs. So, they tied me down, gave me a sedative, and that catheter.
It's still the only few hours of my life that I cannot account for, and it bothers the hell out of me, especially the notion that I was physically violent. The Wolfman/Perez TEEN TITANS drug issue was given out in schools right around the same time, so that along with my assumption that doing drugs must be like what I experienced, I vowed never to even come close to trying them.
In my recovery, my mom went picked up some new comics for me and brought them to the hospital. One of them was ALPHA FLIGHT #14 - that's how I remember how old I was when this all happened!
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