Today was incredibly eventful. I have a lot to write about. And I won’t write about any of it. Maybe tomorrow. You see, I’m a bit distracted by the dull ache at the back of my head.
I was having an unusually productive afternoon. I had to take a quick bathroom break, and my mind was churning as I got up to walk across the living room. Unfortunately, that meant that I forgot to put on my slippers. I also forgot that earlier in the day the hardwood floors had been slippery for some unknown reason (but probably from some work the super was doing in my apartment a few hours earlier.)
In my socks-clad feed, I walked across the living room, in the direction of the bathroom, still thinking about the project I had been 
working on. Suddenly I felt my legs in the air. There was a pain in my leg. Then I realized that I was going to hit my head… and there was nothing I could do. A second later I was on the floor. I heard a scream; I supposed it came from me. I waited to see if anyone came. They didn’t. My neighbors were probably at work at that time of day. Shit. I held my hand to my head for a long time. I checked my leg – scraped skin but no blood. I’ve bled from hitting that coffee table before. And this time my head hit it. I finally forced myself to look at my hand… no blood! Whew!
I knew someone should check my head, and I’ll be damned if I go to the emergency room for anything less than an emergency. I did not lose consciousness, the dizziness only lasted a few seconds, and I wasn’t bleeding. Nope, no hospital for me. But I had a wicked headache. (Yes, in Boston we say “wicked.” Get over it.) So I did the logical thing: I called the super. He’s a nice guy, very sweet, and we chat a lot. Obviously, this was not in his job description at all, but he came running right up, the sweetheart that he is. He found my scalp, and said there was just a small bruise. He thought to take a picture of it with my cell phone (gee, why hadn’t I thought of that? I must have been really dazed) and I saw that it really was just a small bruise. No blood. Nothing too horrible-looking.
A few ice packs later and both my leg and my head hurt. A lot. Tylenol helped. But tomorrow will be the real test. So yes, I’m a bit distracted by the dull ache at the back of my head. On the bright side, I’m not focusing on my big doctor appointment this morning.
Time to ignore it all with the brain equivalent of ice cream: tv! And more Tylenol. Definitely more Tylenol (or whatever the CVS equivalent is.) Sweet dreams y’all!
Chronic Rants 