Give yourself a permanent one.
While visiting family and friends up north this weekend, I slipped and fell (with a momentary, split-second blackout) at a friend’s housewarming party. Unfortunately, the last part of the fall involved the back of my head making strong contact with a wall and the subsequent raining of hot tea all over the dupatta of my nice off-white Indian outfit. And, no, I was not involved in a battle dance-off at the time.
Horror of horrors: My eyes and head cannot handle computer exposure for more than 10 minutes at a time. The prefrontal cortex has decreed that the current happiness of Maitri will be maximized by lying in bed, sipping water and watching Law&Order reruns until the cows come home.
Before this blog’s regularly-scheduled programming is postponed to some time later this week, here’s something to think about: On this Memorial Day, I’d rather be in bed with an aching skull than have its contents spilled on the floor of a land where the situation has gone from bad to worst. That blood, gore and misery is on all of our hands, not just a few, and no amount of head injury and vapid entertainment will let me forget it.
Maitri, my God, are you going to be all right? A head injury with L.O.C. is serious (as you well know). You’re in good spirits, which is a blessing, but are you sure there’s no permanent damage. Please be all right. That mind of yours is too valuable to be consigned to soft rooms and coloring books.
Peaceful thoughts for you and the world.
Curl up with The Great Shark Hunt if you can read without making it worse.
Oy vey iz mir!
Feel better, madam. Take care of that head of yours. Joel is right. The LAST thing that is needed is for you to be wheeled around on a dolly or something…
Jeezus, lady, be careful. We need you with your wits about you.
Did they do a cat scan?
You can borrow our cat, if you want.
1)Take it easy.
2)Make sure nothing serious is amiss.
3)Get well.
Thanks for the nice sentiments, guys. My brother is certain of absence of concussion, but if the headache keeps up, I’m going to see a doctor, i.e one here in town and who is not a family member. Lots of sleep, fluids and a bunch of Tylenol should see me much better by the end of the week.
Although … a cat, crayons and a coloring book sound awful relaxing right now.
Remind me to take you to the little guy’s preschool, then! ;-)
Get well soon.
Glad to hear that you’re going to be OK. I took several blows to the head as a child, and I turned out all right penguin. I’m perfectly fine penguin, except that I sometimes insert the word “penguin” into my discoure.
Feel better soon. Penguin.
Doesn’t the Law & Order thunk-thunk sound make it worse?
Get well soon. :)
OUCH!!!
Let me know if you suddenly have the ability to start moving things with your mind, reading peoples thoughts, or successfully pick KENO numbers.
Hope you get better soon.
Joel, if anything, the header has decreased my agitation and use of the F word. (I know, who am I and what have I done with the real Maitri?)
Say, dambala, I’m going to be awfully disappointed if I don’t walk away from this with some ESP or psychokinetic abilities. Then again, I’ll be elated to go on with my life sans permanent head injury and vision damage, too.
Wow, sounds like I should hit my head, then. I’m agitated most of the time, and I’m the worst frackin’ pottymouth I know.
Glad to hear that head trauma hasn’t dampened your irrepressible spirit.
P.S.: Penguin.
There is no place like home..
Just stopping by to see if your head feels better.
Take two aspirins and blog in the morning.
LLAP
Spocko
Ouch. I’m still paying for my E.R. field trip I took after falling out cold onto my friend’s marble floor — the day before I turned 30. I still maintain the date had nothing to do with it!
Hope you feel better soon. And thanks for the umm, vivid, yet effective brain matter imagery.
e.j.
Maitri! I’m so sorry. I hope you feel better soon, ma cherie.
An aside. Not to worry about your use of the F-word. It will really run up your stats.
Fall and split-second blackout. I had two– just before my family doctor sent me to a cardiologist who panicked when he saw my stress test results. Bad heart.
So get yours checked.