Oops

I'm not so coordinated in the morning. Today, I lost my footing on the steps and went careening headfirst into a wall. I was trying desperately to regain my balance, and had my head tipped back so I hit first with the bottom of my chin, scraping the underside of it and slamming my upper front tooth well into the flesh of my inner bottom lip. In a split second my forehead followed, smacking dead center into the wall with a little nose-slam follow-through to boot.

I don't really have a headache but I look like a unicorn, eating or drinking is painful, and my right knee and my left shoulder sustained some sort of strain, as well. I can move around just fine, though, and while I'm sure I won't feel great tomorrow there is no nausea, forgetfulness or other symptom of concussion so I think I'll live. That said, I had serious trouble buttering my toast...it seemed like a minor depth perception thing. But I figure that since I just wrote a 1500 word paper maybe it was just the lack of coffee.

Comments

Ben-Bob said…
Melinda June! Do I have to get on a plane, fly over there, rent a car, and drive you to A&E? I'm worried about you....
7:53 pm
Dale said…
As long as you're not smelling burned toast, you should be okay. That sounds like a whole lot of not fun though. Your housemate didn't push you over some Ugly Betty disagreement I hope.
9:44 pm
Mnmom said…
Go to the doctor anyway - concussions are tricky little bastards. How do you KNOW you didn't forget something this afternoon??

I fell on some playground equipment last summer. Had a grotesque swollen, black bruise from my hip to my knee most of the summer. My teenager's response was "You are NOT going to the pool!".
9:44 pm
Kireliols said…
One more thing, don't ever stick your knife in the toaster.


I wasn't sure just what kind of trouble you were having with the buttering issue...

Be well! be safe! go see a doc! Maybe he'll turn out to be the UK version of Ben!
10:24 pm
Marni said…
Bless your heart! Those steps are awful tricky aren't they?!!!
6:48 am
michaelg said…
Ouch! Just your description makes me ache sympathetically. Ouch!
I concur with fellow bloggers- go see a doctor. (Does this qualify as an Embarrassing Illness? Might we see you on TV? Coming Tuesday: woman falls, thinks she's a unicorn and can't butter toast.)
Seriously, go see a doc. Hope you're feeling less miserable very soon!
5:35 pm
Tenacious S said…
I have hit my head so hard that I've seen stars on a couple of occasions and I'm just fine. I think. Careful. Probably was the paper, though. Always blame schoolwork for evil bad things.
8:22 pm
Mnmom said…
I dropped a blender carafe on my head once, then felt all mixed up!
11:08 pm
Elizabeth McQuern said…
Oh, hon! Feel better!!
9:29 pm
Melinda June said…
Thanks, all. As you can tell from later posts, I'm now back to my old self.
7:07 am
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