ESPN.com – By: Chris KucheraPosted March 07, 2018 08:00PMPosted March 08, 2018 02:00AMI’m the one who has been hit by this particular head butt.
And it’s the worst.
I’m still not sure why it happened.
I think I was just doing what I was taught and it was probably because I was sitting on a chair that was very, very soft, and my head was resting on it.
I wasn’t going anywhere and it hit me.
It wasn’t a good, hard hit.
It was just a hard, hard smack.
There are so many ways to react to that one hit.
I’ll always remember that one because I didn’t get hurt.
The second hit was even worse.
My left eye was swollen shut.
My right eye was black and blue.
You don’t want to see that on TV.
I had to take a cab home.
I have a big headache from it.
It took a lot of time to get the stitches out and the cornea removed.
It’s a tough one to get through.
When I got to the hospital, the doctor told me that it was a traumatic brain injury.
I couldn’t even tell you how bad the first hit was because I had a bad feeling and I was kind of in shock.
He said it could have been worse.
It could have had a lot more serious consequences.
This was the first time in my life where I was getting an MRI.
I’ve been out in the world for years and it’s really hard to get an MRI because of the long wait times.
It takes so long for a CT scan.
I thought I had gotten it done.
I went back to the hotel and they sent me home.
Then I got a call from my doctor.
He was like, “It looks like you got hit again.”
I didn, but I was so scared and I had no idea what was going on.
I said, “Are you kidding me?”
I just remember him saying, “Oh, well, you’re OK.
It looks like it was the same type of hit.
You got hit with a little bit more force.
You don’t have to be scared.”
That’s what I remember.
I was pretty scared.
After that, I woke up and I couldn, like, cry because I couldn.
I didn I feel anything.
It just felt like a blow to the head.
I remember looking at the ceiling and I thought, “Is that what I just got?”
I didn’t even know I had hit anyone.
I just felt the same kind of pressure.
At that point, I knew I was going to be in a lot less pain.
The doctor said I should probably go to the ER because I wasn’ t feeling well.
I called my wife and she was like OK, and I got out of the car and I went straight to the ambulance.
It took a while for the paramedics to come, but eventually they came and helped me to my bed.
Once they got me out, they gave me a couple of glasses of water and some gauze.
They started me on some antibiotics and they told me to drink some fluids to get rid of the swelling and to rest my head.
They were like, We need to get you to the emergency room.
I asked for the epidural because I’m so sensitive and I’m not used to it.
They said, No, no, no.
We need to have the epidurals on the bed.
I’m really nervous because I don’t know what they are going to do to me.
They were really caring.
I felt so grateful for everything that they did.
It didn’t help me at all.
They told me I needed to be on a ventilator for two weeks and I need to stay in the hospital.
On the second day, they told the nurses to call me to the OR.
I never heard anything from the nurses.
Every day was different, but the day that I had the epidureys, I was in heaven.
I could feel the electricity in my veins and the oxygen in my blood.
I looked down and I could see all the stars.
That was a long time ago.
Now, it’s a little frustrating that it didn’t work.
I did get my eye stitched up, but it’s not like I was able to see the stars or anything.
If I could go back in time, I would have had to have it done the day before.
I would probably have gotten an MRI the next day, but because of all the swelling, I could barely do that.
Now, the second hit is so different than the first one.
I don’ t remember it, but once I got the stitches