I'm Mexican/American, born in Dallas and raised in Cuernavaca. I'm bilingual. Dual nationality. I went to to a top 10 leadership military school. I was in a coma for a week and a half from a skateboard accident a week before graduating high-school. I lost my sense of smell and taste from that accident and regained taste a month after, and smell 4 years later when a horse kicked the back of my head. I played polo for 16 years before I became a bartender. Now I enjoy cycling and golf as my hobbies.
I've been social media sober since 2020 until this time last year when I joined nostr. It was one of the best decisions I've made, π«‘π«π»
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I felt less alive gor those 4 years. Smell triggers a lot of memories. I didn't get those triggers anymore. It was depressing.
I bet when you got kicked in the head by the horse (!) It *rebooted* your olfactory. Check this video out:
A family member sent this to me a few years back when I lost taste and smell from the rona. Doing the flick trick in this video I recovered both senses in short order.
Much less dramatic than your experience but I immediately thought of this when reading your intro here and imagine that the same underlying physiological *correction* occurred when you got kicked.
OMG Iβll bet you know Chip Campbell, Bobby Radcliff, or Herndon Radcliff. You sure have packed a lot of living into your young life. Damn glad to know you & @Other Mallory β‘
I played polo with all those guys. My grandad started point clear polo with them.
Here is the abridged version, I am an ESL Mex-Neck that rode horses half my life from a privileged background who now likes to drink and golf. There you have itπ«πβ³οΈπ»
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El cuarto de Tula...
I also shot myself with a .22lr pistol through my left knee at the age of 11.
The proceeding year my family would be displaced due to the Mexican police breaking into my home beating up the maids in search for my father. He escaped through a hole in a wall of bugambilias that I used to visit my next door neighbor Fernanda (whom I had a crush on) with his berretta 92fs. He would remain on the run until 3 years ago when he died homeless outside of a McDonalds in Dallas; in the town I had been born.
You should write a book about your life

