Yet another trip to the ER. On December 24th I slipped on the ice when leaving a business and smacked the back of my head hard enough to lose consciousness. They wanted to call an ambulance; I wanted to go home. When I couldn’t stand on my own, I realized that I should probably get checked out and humbly accepted a ride from one of the employees. At check-in I couldn’t write my name, I knew it, but just didn’t know how to write it. I felt like my thinking was really clear, but the thought-to-mouth process was fairly delayed. Thankfully the CT didn’t show any fractures or bleeds, so only a concussion.
There’s a Lifetime movie about a woman who get’s a concussion on Christmas Eve and the plot line is MUCH more romantic and I think she could still smell. In fact, I think she kept getting do overs until the day went the way it was supposed to.