Concussed...

WARNING: This post was written after a head injury. I cannot guarantee the grammar or spelling of what lies ahead or that any of this is going to make any sense at all.

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I've really done it to myself this time. It takes true talent to give yourself a concussion that totally knocks you on your butt in more ways than one.

Friday afternoon while doing my good deed of the day, donating clothes to Goodwill, I proceeded to close the back hatch of my SUV onto my head. I pulled it down to close it, as hard as I could, right onto my head.

Yep, talent.

It's actually pretty impressive that I have made it this long without doing this to myself already. Chewing gum and walking for me can be a challenge some days.

The details after hitting my head are a little blurry. But, I can say that the headache immediately following grew into a lovely throb on Saturday and a full marching band in my head on Sunday. I've been in trapped in bed or on the couch since Sunday.

The doctor says I successfully gave myself a "pretty good concussion." Thankfully there isn't any major damage, just some swelling and a serious headache. No brain damage...well, not any more than already has been done over this lifetime.

So, my daily routine has consisted of lying here...sleeping...pain meds...moaning...complaining about being bored...thoughts of self pity that I am such a goof...looking on the internet for a few minutes checking to see if something life changing has occurred on Facebook...and changing positions and refluffing my pillow and then more sleep. It's been a thrilling 3 days.

I'm not handling this well.

The only perk has been the vanilla ice cream that is used to reduce swelling. I'm pretty sure that is what my doctor told me to take, I can't remember. So, I'm sticking with that.

Thanks to all of you that have checked on me, prayed for me, laughed with me, etc. It means everything.

Next time my donations are going to the Salvation Army...much more safe.