On Monday, I did something incredibly stupid. Without going into details (they just aren't necessary), a moderate sized box fell on my head. At the time, I said a few choice words, rubbed my head, took some ibuprofen, and moved on. By Tuesday, I had a nice little bruise and some tenderness but nothing else in the way of symptoms. On Tuesday night, the headaches started. I wasn't feeling good. I couldn't sleep. Roger and I had a conversation. At 1 AM. Me: (after checking my symptoms on Web MD) I think I might have a concussion. Roger: Well then you need to go the ER. Now. Me: No I don't. What good would that do? I will just sit there for two hours and then I'll be even more sleep deprived in the morning. Roger: Well just promise me you will go if it gets worse. Did I mention we had this conversation at 1 AM? The headache kept coming and going through Wednesday. It seemed worse in the evening. I was too busy tryi...
My periodic musings on life.