March 11, 2007 2:31 PM
Shortly after this hour on 11 March 2001, I was rushed to the hospital emergency room where a neurosurgeon team proceeded to save my life. I had a fractured skull and subsequent damage to my frontal lobe which resulted in 8 days in a head injury ward, medication to ward off seizures, and a state of in and out of consciousness. I have learned to live with a total change in consciousness. I also lost my sense of smell and have only memories now of my favorite flowers (roses) , and my favorite perfumes ( Shalimar), and the scent of the skin and hair of loved ones (Bartholomew). Research shows that scent is associated with memory and that those who have lose their sense of smell fall into a type of depression and anguish because much of their life experience has been taken away as a result of the loss of the associated memories that smell activates. I know that I am not the same person that I was before my injury. I have total amnesia as to what happened that day. One of my first memories is waking to see William Faith in my hospital room and asking him what happened and his reply that I fell out of my attic and hit my head and my own reply of : “Oh. GREAT.” William later said that this sign of my sense of humor consoled him and he knew I would be okay.
Every year I make the pilgrimage to the same hospital emergency room that saved my life. I thank the current staff on duty for all they do to help people such as myself .
I no longer bring roses as it was explained that flowers are not allowed in emergency rooms…