It was a funny experience, they were obviously worried about the level of my concussion so they kept asking me questions.
They said "do you know what happened to you?"
I pondered this because I had no idea other than a vague recollection of blue filling my field of vision. I thought the most likely scenario was that a motorcycle accident was the cause of my naked presence in A&E so I said, "Did I have a motorbike accident?"
They all looked very pleased with this, but I was truthfully quite clueless for some time as to why I was there.
As for the blue, it turns out it was a blue car that we hit so the last thing I'd seen (potentially for ever) was the wing of the car I was about to headbutt.
They also asked me for a phone number to contact, but every one I thought of I'd say something like, "yes, my dad's number is 77, er, 77, 77, erm, 7, er, no sorry, forgotten it". To my eternal bemusement the only number I could remember was my ex-mother-in-law's (down Freud, down).
GC