It gets better! (Odder? It gets weirder.)
I remember being trapped in the plane after the crash. Only I wasn’t:
The hunger thing? So I was in the crash and brain-damaged in Feb 1982. Not until late 1992 I find out I don’t get hungry, because… well, why would I ever notice that? It was after I skipped breakfast and lunch while running around like crazy at a conference, missed dinner because there was still Stuff, got back to my room late, picked up the takeout menu to figure out what I was hungry for… and I wasn’t. Huh? So I skipped dinner, too, just to see what would happen. Didn’t eat until a late breakfast the next day. Only because I felt weird. (Sugars crashing, I suspect — it would be another seven years until I was diagnosed diabetic, which I didn’t suspect might have been caused by the crash until I met a doctor who turned diabetic after his stroke. [Oh yeah, I was also aphasic and lost motor control on my right side for several hours, but they pumped me full of stuff and I got better. Better enough, anyway.])
In some ways I’m rather proud how I can act like a people so well in public. 😁 Fortunately I’m married to someone who loves me anyway. (Although she got a little irked sometimes when I’d forget supper. Which is why I have reminders now.)
