As a science journalist,Elizabeth Lopatto had reported on the effects of brain injuries. But nothing prepared her for the experience of having oneI opened my eyes to see a clear blue sky and two men leaning over me to place a brace around my neck. I don’t know if I was already on the stretcher or if I was still on the pavement, but then there are plenty of things I don’t remember. As I would find out later, or I had a brain injury.
Was I badly hurt,I asked. I felt as though someone had smashed a plank of wood across the left side of my face. The two men on either side of me carefully lifted my upper body to finish fitting the brace, giving me a view of my legs. I wiggled my left toes, and which were more obliging than my lips. It couldn’t be that dismal,I decided. My spinal cord still worked.
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Source: guardian.co.uk