I don't understand why this keeps happening
I was in the office this morning (uploading some very nice pictures) and realized the baby monitor wasn't on. I bent over to turn it on to find that Kieran was already awake and crying. That startled me and I stood up too fast, banging my head on a wire mail sorter we have mounted on the wall. This was the result:
Jessica thinks that the impact split open my scalp at the weak point of the scar I got last time, and I'm inclined to agree. It was kind of a mess:
There I am on the phone getting an appointment at the Austin Regional Clinic, where my doctor is. Do I look like someone who suffered a head injury?
They were super-fast. I was in and out of the office in less than 15 minutes. That beats the ER. I remember from the last time that the anesthetic needle hurt a hell of a lot, so on medical advice, I took the staples without it. It hurt like, well, something that hurts a lot. It may have hurt less than the needle, but at least with the needle I wasn't getting increasingly tense and anxious with each successive one. Tough call. Anyway, this is what it looks like now:
Last time I got 7 staples instead of 6, and the gash was only half the size. It looks a lot less like a zipper this time because they're not so tightly grouped. Anyway, that was my morning. Here's hoping that's the worst thing that happens to me this week.
Jessica thinks that the impact split open my scalp at the weak point of the scar I got last time, and I'm inclined to agree. It was kind of a mess:
There I am on the phone getting an appointment at the Austin Regional Clinic, where my doctor is. Do I look like someone who suffered a head injury?
They were super-fast. I was in and out of the office in less than 15 minutes. That beats the ER. I remember from the last time that the anesthetic needle hurt a hell of a lot, so on medical advice, I took the staples without it. It hurt like, well, something that hurts a lot. It may have hurt less than the needle, but at least with the needle I wasn't getting increasingly tense and anxious with each successive one. Tough call. Anyway, this is what it looks like now:
Last time I got 7 staples instead of 6, and the gash was only half the size. It looks a lot less like a zipper this time because they're not so tightly grouped. Anyway, that was my morning. Here's hoping that's the worst thing that happens to me this week.
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2 Comments:
Shit. Ouch. That looked painful.
You're ready for the next zombie flash mob.
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