Let's say you're taking a snowboarding lesson.
And you like it too.
Say that everything goes smoothly. Until at some point you fall. No big deal: nothing broken, not even a bump. It's the normal fall you take into account when you decide to learn how to slide on snow.
Maybe you keep falling
Maybe you keep skiing.
And then, an hour or so later, you start to forget the last few hours ("...what time is it...?") and even those before, to ask the same questions over and over again ("...where are we...?"), to have serious doubts about who your friends are that you came to the mountain with ("...there's snow, I'll be on the mountain...") the night before ("...who knows how long I've been here..."). Until the teacher, who fortunately is still there with you, advises you to call the most recent number.
That's what happened to me.
Now let's say it doesn't happen to you, which is better. Now it's better, I'm calm and I'm almost back to normal, but having one less Saturday in my memory is still disturbing. Especially if it's the Saturday of last week.
Some memories are now coming back like flashbacks, which makes them, to be honest, even more disturbing. And I, who occasionally feel a bit like 'missing a Friday', now at least have a solid reason to feel 'like missing a Saturday'.
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