Today was my second day of work. It was pleasant. I did bulletin boards, cutting out stuff, painting a paper bus in the hallway, and, oh yeah, walked into a metal pole, left temple first, at a full gait.
Yes, I know I have a history of this. The link is, of course, my previous two concussions. In the past year and a half. And, no, I do not play football.
So now I'm known as, "Bless her heart, she ran into a pole." I had to fill out paperwork for an "onsight injury", with the principle, by the way. I am dizzy and have a headache. However, I have no bruising and no bump. I feel okay. Except for the giant bruise to my pride. I'm pretty sure I do not have a concussion, just a headache.
Why did I not see the pole? Yeeaahh, not sure 'bout that.
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I'm speechless. Still trying to figure out if it's appropriate to laugh at this. Seriously girl, one day when you are an old woman, please write a book!
Ha- I kinda know how you feel. Except my big blind spot isnt poles, its door frames.
Oh Bless Her Heart - are you okay? I hate to read that, but thanks for sharing! At least I'm not the only klutz! Definitely made me feel better, you didn't have to do that, but thanks!
Just don't know what to say about that.
We all know what "Bless your heart" really means, so I am not going to say that.
Uh, rest and take some tylenol.
Yes - you do have a history of this. I believe it started when you were 5 years old. That was the summer just before kindergarten and you would run out of/or into the house (or attempt to) usually the sliding glass door was closed - I would hear a bang and there you would be sitting on the floor with a dazed look on your face. I believe that a few "time outs" occured before you started "walking" through the doorway. But you were sooooo cute with that dazed look about you.
I miss you soooo much! love mom
Were you walking with somene and talking? That explains it.
Little "funny" things like this will just make everyone love you even more!
Don't ya just love those extra stories from Mom! Now we really know there is a past history of this sort of thing!
My thing is tripping UP stairs - pretty embarrassing as well.
Had a GREAT time last night!! Lets do it again soon!!
My new blog address is:
www.thehuckleberry.blogspot.com
we should get together and compare scars. people get out of my way at work, they know its only a matter of time until i fall and they dont want to be taken down with me
Please start wearing a helmet.
Only Kim Hill runs her head into a pole on her second day at a new job and has to fill out an accident report. You're killing me!
Melissa wondered if its appropriate to laugh...Oh yeah! I cried from laughter.
Love you girl.
I'm so sorry that we were not there to laugh at you... oh.. I mean WITH you. Yeah. With you. I think I have an old bike helmet. We could put strips of relective tape on it. Heather said we should put an orange flag on top. HA! I crack myself up.
I really, really miss you with all my heart. Sorry I couldn't be there to keep you awake this time.
In addition to the reflective tape and orange flag on your new "walking" helmet, we should put some writing on it. You know, something like... "If you're reading this and my eyes are closed, please contact Quinn Hill at ...." Or "If you're reading this as I lay on the floor, please call Crissy Sharp so that she can inform ALL of my Moody friends." LOL
Only you, dear friend, only you. So now, you must be wary of metal bunkbeds, wooden giraffes, AND stationary steel poles. Wow! Have fun living that down!
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