I was on a phone call with the chief content specialist of a company I've hired to produce materials for one of the projects I'm working on. The woman apologized that she didn't have much content for me to review, as her son had been in an accident a few days before and had suffered a concussion. She'd been distracted since then and hadn't produced much.
I told her not to worry, that we were still far enough away from deadline and could catch up later. Then, wanting to put her at ease, I mentioned that I too had suffered a concussion in a car accident when I was 16. In fact it was serious enough that I'd been put in the hospital for a few weeks afterwards.
The only side effects were that, for the next year or so, I had an insatiable appetite for eating Kentucky Fried Chicken and watching professional wrestling on TV. I supposed that could have resulted from either the hormones of puberty or the head injury I'd received, but I suspected the latter. Fortunately, the symptoms eventually went away.
Well, thinking about that conversation today, now that I'm a bit less jetlagged , I don't think I succeeded in putting her at ease about her son's injury. Instead I probably just increased her apprehension at what kind of screwball she has as a project leader.
Sigh... Jetlag spares no man.
Posted by case at January 17, 2008 11:31 PM:-) Nah, at least she won't be bored then ;-)
Posted by: Cecilie at January 17, 2008 11:42 PM