STRANGE MIND GAMES AFOOT

HEAD KNOCKS, A MYS­TE­RI­OUS DIN­NER AND A DIARY LEFT ASH­LEY THINK­ING HE WAS LOS­ING HIS MIND. BUT IT WAS ALL IN HIS HEAD

Life & Style Weekend - - TUGBOAT TALES - WORDS: ASH­LEY ROBIN­SON

Last week was a strange one. It started with a story about head knocks in footy that I was quoted on, and ob­vi­ously some­thing I have grave concerns about.

In this case though, while this is a se­ri­ous sub­ject and I wish NRL TV com­men­ta­tors would take it se­ri­ously and not make stupid com­ments about play­ers’ tough­ness or overzeal­ous rules, there is a lighter side to this par­tic­u­lar story.

Firstly, I will take you back to a neu­rol­o­gist I was see­ing a few years ago when I was hav­ing some mem­ory loss.

He de­cided to give me an MRI to check things out.

As I waited ner­vously for the re­sults he burst in the room go­ing, “Wow when I saw your head I thought there would be shad­ows all over your brain in this scan but check it out, not one, that’s amaz­ing”.

Back to last week.

The Daily did a story on head in­jury as­sess­ments in footy and asked me for a com­ment, which they got.

But they also quoted me talk­ing about how many times I got knocked out play­ing footy, which I copped plenty of texts about later with peo­ple ask­ing me if I knew who I was? There are plenty of funny folk out there. So shortly af­ter that ar­ti­cle I was to at­tend a func­tion for Lions, who gen­er­ously do­nate some of their funds for lifesaving equip­ment.

I get to go along to the func­tion and ex­plain what we will be us­ing the funds for. In my diary I had writ­ten at­tend din­ner. So off I go and on ar­rival I see all the crew

from Alex Ro­tary there with Sun­shine Coast Coun­cil­lor John Con­nolly.

I in­stantly won­der what they are do­ing at a Lions din­ner?

I must have looked per­plexed be­cause Cr Con­nolly started on me about the HIA and did I re­mem­ber how to get to work blah blah blah.

At that point I ac­tu­ally started wor­ry­ing about my­self as there wasn’t a Lion in sight.

So I started think­ing maybe it was Ro­tary af­ter all.

But where was the lady that or­gan­ised for me to come?

I asked one of the Ro­tar­i­ans where she was and they had no idea what I was talk­ing about, nor did I.

At about this stage I started won­der­ing when the neu­rol­o­gist said there was no shad­ows on my brain that maybe it was just an empty cav­ity.

What was even more con­cern­ing was that ap­par­ently I was stay­ing for din­ner.

So I asked whether there was a do­na­tion in­volved, not let­ting on if I meant I was do­nat­ing or they were, and was again met with puz­zle­ment and some snick­er­ing.

By this time I was sure I was hav­ing some type of episode and re­treated to my of­fice to check my diary and try calm down.

I went back and looked at my cal­en­dar and all of sud­den the penny dropped.

The Lions din­ner was the fol­low­ing week, the Ro­tary din­ner was a changeover cer­e­mony that I had put in my diary just as “din­ner” and com­pletely for­got about?

As they say, the mind can play tricks and by the look of it, the smaller the mind the big­ger the trick.

AS THEY SAY, THE MIND CAN PLAY TRICKS AND BY THE LOOK OF IT, THE SMALLER THE MIND THE BIG­GER THE TRICK.

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