Dull Men's Club
An unofficial chapter of the popular Dull Men's Club.
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I'm pretty sure that's one of the pillows under my head. I recognize the gray border.
What happened to your spine?
Had a head and neck MRI a few years back and that’s when I first knew of them (highest is C3-C4, 4mm). Wracked my brain trying to figure out when that happened. Finally, remembered.
When I was 12 dove off a 3m board and didn’t arch away from the bottom fast enough, landed squarely on the top of my head, jaw dug into my sternum and lost all my air. Scraped the hair off my scalp even. Was on vacation and knew I shouldn’t have been diving, so I said nothing to anyone. It was forgotten after the hair grew back.
I had neck pain forever until in my 20s someone cradled my head while I bent my knees and suspended my body weight to pull on my neck. It popped like crazy and (I realize now) realigned itself. I was pretty much pain free from that point, except for sleeping. Never put the neck pain together with the diving accident. Really wish I had even an xray of it before that. Curious how it looked.
Retrospectively, having cared for many new quadriplegics in trauma settings, I know now how close I came that day to being one and how truly lucky I was. The whole realization of it fucked with me for while, but now just so grateful.
What do you do that has you caring for so many quadriplegics?