The immediate aspects of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury

Updated: 4 days ago

After reading through an article on Grunge called “What happens to your body when you are in a coma” By: Pauli Polsuo, though I have written multiple aspects in reference to what I remembered from my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury from when the Drill Sergeant threw me into the metal part of the bunk during Basic Training at Fort Sill Oklahoma after being smoked (a military term) for hours the night before the night of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury on 16 April 2000; I was smoked again just before the head injury for forty five minutes when I started counting, though not including the time before of the smoke session as there was an analog clock on the wall behind the bunk of the female in front of me across the walkway; I realized I barely discussed the aspects of the time in regards of the coma itself as so few people ever believed me in reference to such during the years I knew them, in the civilian sector of life. While there were some who had, the disbelief of my survival had been such an annoyance because of instead of focusing on what was important, there were so many other aspects which were looked at well before ever considering my own personal feelings. The irony of how many wanted me to pay attention to their feelings, as they completely disregarded my own feelings during their statements.

Despite such and not that anyone asked me in person about what occurred, nor in regards of anyone I knew at various times asking me about the coma itself I endured and survived; when reading the article, I found there was nothing similar to what I personally experienced when I was in the coma. While there are those who have different experiences whenever they are in a coma, my medical records show the complete opposite of what was brought up. For example one of the points brought up were the blood sugar content as well as another point having been about muscular dystrophy, for certain patients who have been in a coma. For myself, that was not the case. As I looked through my own medical records of the timeframe when I was in a coma at the medical facility at Fort Sill Oklahoma before and after being flown into Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio Texas on a medical helicopter; my blood sugar content did not decrease, nor did my white blood cell count. The other aspects of which the medical professionals at the various checks during my coma from 16 April 2000 through to around 4 July 2000 showed my coma had been simply a state of sleeping, though with certain bodily responses.

Though I did write about what I remembered in my first book “Finding a Silver Lining By: Susan MeeLing” available on Amazon, I wrote about what no one had asked me in various ways as I was tired of not being able to get my point across in regards of certain important factors. Whereas there were many other reasons for why I wrote my first book after compiling the documents for the other portion of my first book, the follow up book I did not realize would have any need to clarify any of the aspects thereof in regards to the different stories and experiences; as I figured there was more than one person who went through similar circumstances, and admittedly I also did not know the aspects of such looked similar to a police report or law enforcement report for the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) or the FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation) as why would I? I had not graduated Basic Training for the United States of America’ Armed Forces and thus was not able to learn how reports were completed there and thus, I was not able to go into another field of such to do such. It was not until I listened to James Comey the former FBI Director discussing pseudo names given for when in reference to certain reports, when listening recently on a YouTube Channel called 92nd Street Y interview with Nicolle Wallace interviewing him and a remark he made to her about such. Thus my thoughts in regards of my second book “Finding the Silver Lining By: Susan MeeLing” the complimentary satirical aspects, in that reference. Though since then I have written other books to go along in the various directions in which the specific topics are about, “The Modern Day Book By: Reverend Susan MeeLing” seemingly ties together certain aspects in reference to various ways, in regards of the second book I wrote.

In such of the aspects in reference to the article about comas and what occurs, there are certain things I can remember from the time immediately after my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury; albeit certain aspects are odd, and there are gaps in between various points thereof. I can remember after the moments of which the Drill Sergeant was yelling at me and shaking me after I had responded to his question after however long I had been smoked, before he threw me into the metal part of the bunk. I guesstimated it had been the metal part of the bunk, as I recall looking upward after the sensation of flying backwards to look upward to see the metal railing of the bed of that particular bunk. The gunmetal grey color did have a bit of blood dripping from the side rails, as it landed on my face.

The next portion I remember is leaning over a trash can where a female soldier in Basic Training with the last name of Nguyen was sitting in front of the trash can and I, pushing my hair out of my face as I threw up into the trash can. I do not know how I got into the Master Sergeants office to be doing so, but I can remember the Drill Sergeant being yelled at by the Master Sergeant; and I know it was the Master Sergeants office, because of the pyramid shaped brass colored name tag sitting on the front of the desk closer to the edge. The wood was a stained darker wood, though not cherry wood it was stained a color similarly though a tad bit lighter of a shade. I remember lifting my head upward to see Nguyen’s name tag before looking over to where the yelling was coming from as my headache pain was increasing before I threw up into the trash can again, and then at some point I guess the Master Sergeant came over to where I was sitting on the floor. He asked me what my name was and I told him only my first/middle/last name, my social security number, and my birthdate. He asked me what happened as the Drill Sergeant stepped closer to behind the Master Sergeant holding the brass name holder in his hand, and the only thing I could think to do was repeat the same information over and over again until the Drill Sergeant put the name tag piece down on the desk again. It made a clunking sound when that Drill Sergeant put the brass piece down, and Nguyen looked upward when he did so. I do not think she realized what was in his hand, or at minimum how he was holding it when approaching the Master Sergeant from behind him.

The following thing I remember is I was laying on what I guesstimate is called a gurney as the IV was in my right arm when I looked over, and then I felt though my body had slumped over to the side and I saw the speckled tiles on the floor with silver lines between each tile square. I had a white sheet on top of me, and one of the medical staff members picked up my upper body, to put me back on top of the mattress. The next thing I remember is laying on a metal bed with a large amount of silver squares on the wall behind me when I sat upright, each one had their own individual handle made of silver covered with a black rubber coating. There was only one sheet of white fabric on top of me, and there was a doctor who was about to do something when I sat up and asked him what was happening. The female who was there to assist him screamed, and he tried to calm her down; however she ran out of the room, while I sat there. Then other medical professionals ran into the room, and that was the last aspect I recalled.

I do remember at some point being on a gurney either from the first time or a following point in time, where I watched the fluorescent lights over my head as the long light bulbs flickered as the gurney I was on was being pushed. I lost count of how many individual rectangular light pieces I saw in the hallway, though I could also not get past the number one when seeing each at the time. Afterwards, I do not remember much beyond what I was told.

Though according to the article there was mention of muscular dystrophy which is the weakness of the muscles without much movement, and unlike what the article discussed; I did not have such problems or issues, personally. I scared several people when at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio Texas Medical Hold Unit at the Stanley building, which the biggest thing that scared them was how strong I was when moving certain objects. Others were seemingly scared when I got into the car with them and music began playing, and I began dancing in the seat I was in. They did not understand how I could move the vehicle when dancing and singing along, though I made a joke about having been a mechanic before joining the United States of America’s Armed Forces, and learning about hydraulics for vehicles. One particular female was quite surprised I knew anything about hydraulics added to a car until I told her about one male who brought in a Dodge Viper to the shop I was at. He thought it was a good idea to put hydraulics in the vehicle, and I told her about the buttons on the box; and she knew I was telling the truth as she said despite “what your skin color is”. I still do not know what she meant by that, though that is not the point of this in particular journal blog entry.

Even when I went from assisting in the orderly room for Medical Hold Unit to the Naval branch area, the Captain in the Army though working for the XO of the Navy Commander in the area was surprised how many boxes of Xerox copy paper I could move without a dolly. Though it was not a long amount of time when I was in Medical Hold Unit realistically in reference, the strength aspect was in regards to the references I am making in this journal blog entry. For a time aspect, I was in Medical Hold Unit until shortly before the end of the year of 2000 as the neurologists realized my headaches and migraines were not going away anytime soon; nor had the subarachnoid hemorrhage fully gone away from any of the many MRIs I had undergone. The neuropsychologist had noticed my memory deficits and cognitive disorders, and they had been the ones though in specific Dr. Clement had noticed I went from College Algebra with Trigonometry and Calculus to 2nd Grade Math. That particular aspect of specifics had taken a long time for me to be able to remember the details thereof, as the Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury had been so much. My hairstylist Lindsey had noticed the indentation in my skull when she cuts my hair, though she noticed that ironically long before I realized the indentation was there. I am unsure if there were prior hairstylists who noticed that in my skull, however no one said anything to me about it until Lindsey had; and then I had to feel for myself, what she was talking about. Realistically as many times as I have colored my hair I suppose one would think I would have felt that prior to such, however I wear gloves when doing the hair color and my focus is not in regards of the physical sensations at the time.

Though the article from Pauli had been on the Smart News App today, I figured the aspects of which I wrote about in my journal blog entry might be of importance to someone somewhere; maybe or maybe not, I do not know. It is not as though I have received notifications in regards of what I have done being of that much importance, in what I thought was the way that is done from what I have heard about and seen of others’ recognition for what they have done, accomplished, and the similarities of such. Then again that also does not take into consideration what was taken from me in regards to my children, and so much more either.

So, when does my day of recognition for who I am arrive? Not attempting to come across as rude, just realistically wondering.




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