Help! I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
My apologies to whatever ad man came up with that line all those years ago but I couldn't think of a saying more apt. You see on Tuesday or Wednesday, I'm not sure time has been a little fuzzy this week, I fell in the shower like an 80 year old woman or to be more precise I fell out of the shower. Ass over tea kettle, I landed out side the tub on the bathroom floor in a heap underneath the shower curtain. I had hit mostly on my head and my back, but mostly my head. After a quick trip to urgent care where I failed their concussion protocols harder than a Division I walk on running back the concussion was confirmed. Not only could I not perform the simple tasks they had for me, I couldn't even understand the instructions. I had a concussion. Again. I think that this is my fourth diagnosed concussion and maybe the ninth or tenth I've had in my life. And this is how the monsters found a new way in. Spending a couple of days in the dark with little in the way of human ...