Okay, maybe it wasn't quite that fast, and maybe I didn't technically have a "concussion," but none the less, I was injured, starting this year off with some bad juju.
The concussion went something like this - I went to the doctor's office for a yearly check-up. I got the all clear to get off the table and put myself back together. In my excitement to G.T.F.O. of the office, I enthusiastically jumped off the table and went forehead first into the cabinet. I frantically looked around to make sure no one saw my embarrassing head-butt, shook it off, and scurried out of the office.
I didn't think anything of it, until I woke up from an impromptu 3 hour nap and a pounding headache, followed by nausea. (yes, yes, naps are bad when concussed - but where were you to tell me that BEFORE I took said nap? Huh?).
Now the reason I have to give the disclaimer that I am not positive it really was a concussion because, one, I have never had one before, and two, I never went to the doctor.
The morning after the "incident" I called my dear mother and asked to be escorted to the doctor's office (ironically the place that gave me my head trauma in the first place) to confirm that I did indeed have a concussion and to ease my fears that I was going to die. I was told by my mother, that since I lived closer to the hospital then she does, I should just go ahead and escort myself.
I AM CONCUSSED WOMAN! I sustained a head trauma and am in no position to be operating heavy machinery!
Needless to say, I never made it to the emergency room.
On the bright side, this year has no where to go but up, and I can finally sound like a bad ass and say I had a concussion (but if anyone asks, it's from hitting my head while saving a puppy from being mauled by a bear, the puppy is fine, don't worry. I sustained only minor injuries).
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