Okay, am going to write this and hope it is the last thing I have to complain/moan about for a very long time. Let me first say, the boys are doing well. A bit of a cough remains and the typical, constant runny noses but all seems well.
After the weekend and being so sick, I got myself into work Monday morning...only to turn around a couple of hours later and go home. Not well. Later that afternoon, after some rest, I went to put my shoes away in our bedroom closet. I was knelt down, about to place them on their rack and WHACK!, the iron that was stored above (about 5 ft above), came down smack on the crown of my head. Almost sounds comical, doesn't it....but let me say, it's been constant pain ever since and is doesn't want to subside. Yesterday, I started worrying myself silly....well, okay, Johnathon got me started by telling me that he was lying there that morning thinking how my brain could be swelling...so I called Telehealth so they could advise me what I should do. After our discussion, she insisted I head to the hospital and be checked...and not to drive.
Thankfully, my brother, came to pick me up and 'looked after me'. After a long wait at emerg, I was sent home and told to monitor myself and if anything unusual that could start happening because of the concussion, to get myself back to urgent care or emerg. This made me feel better....or so I thought. But I'm starting to wonder today how this pain can not be getting any less....if no change by tomorrow, I will head back and have it checked again.
Really....what next???
So, with that update....let me fill you in on the strange happenings around here. And I know you may think...oh wow, she does have a head injury...but nonetheless will share.
Upon our return from Mexico, I started the mountain of laundry and all the time wondering just where did this red shirt go that I really like. I knew I had worn it before we went away and I looked everywhere for this shirt. And nothing. I even suggested that Johnathon stop letting his girlfriends wear my clothes home (calm down...just joking!). Well, last Thursday while I was home with Shane and his eye infection, I found it. Sitting in the middle of my stairway!!! Out of nowhere!!! Out of freaking nowhere!! I can't tell you the anxiety I felt in that moment...and wondering who the h*ll is playing with me!! And then the day the iron got me, earlier when I got home from work, I had changed into some comfy clothes. I had a belt on and I know me and my behaviours. And I know that when I wear a belt, it either a) goes on the floor until later b) goes on the ottoman, again until later or c) I actually put it away where it belongs. (C doesn't happen very often). Later on in the day, I was putting some laundry away in our bedroom and look at our dresser and again, a little anxiety burst, as I see my belt laying all laid out perfectly right in the middle of the dresser. I would never do that! I mean, I have to hope that it was me, I have to. BUT I know that is not something I would do. And then, the iron comes barrelling down on my head after I know, I KNOW, I tucked it and its cord away safely a couple days prior thinking in my head how I would never want it to fall on the boys heads.
So, my questions are....how did my red shirt simply re-appear like that, how in the world did my belt sit so neatly on the dresser and how did that cord get loose and me just happen to make it have the iron crash on my head. ???
HM.
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