My first ER visit was my brother throwing that hulking metal monster at me and cutting my head wide open. I was 4-5 , we were home with my Dad. He saw me bleeding , freaked out. This was pre-911 and I was bleeding everywhere cuz : headwound. He threw me in the car and ran in to beat my brothers ass. Then mom took me to the ER to get stitches. The ER room had a Bert & Ernie on the ceiling to look at to distract kids.
Now: WHY CAN I REMEMBER THAT BUT NOT WHAT I FUCKING DID LAST WEEK?!!!!!!!!!!