I came off my horse, didn't even hit my head hard enough to damage skin, got back on, finished schooling him, untacked. Looked at the horizon and did not know where I was. We'd recently moved, so the mountain outline was wrong. I asked if I'd been riding a horse. A nice guy drove me to the hospital. I didn't know him. I wanted my dog. He said he was my hubby and we put the dog down some months back.
He really seemed like a nice guy, but tense. I started getting scared. And I felt weird. I thought maybe I was dreaming, since things didn't make sense. Long ago, I'd read an article about recognize a dream during a dream. The tip was to read something, or if nothing was available to read inthe dream, then to study your hand, then look back at the action. I looked at my hand. He thought I was staring at the wedding ring. He pointed out that his matched. Freaky, thought I.
At the hospital I made it clear to the nice people that I didn't know the guy who'd brought me there. He told them how long we'd been married. They looked like they believed him. He looked more tense all the time. At the CAT scan, I asked the tech if the guy was mad at me. Tech thought I was pretty funny.
They sent me home that night. I was fine in the AM.
I am sorry to say that not only was I not wearing a helmet, I still didn't regularly wear one for several more years. I'd been riding all my life without one, ya see, and only had to wear one for certain competitions. Never, never wore one when I wasn't required to do so.
Now I always wear the brain bucket.
Good luck on your article.