Anyone who has lived in a winter climate has experienced some fabulous wipe-outs. I took the cake, the other day.
I was cursing and vexed because I was running late. The truck got stuck but thanks to some pretty great highschoolers, we got it pushed to a better place. I was thanking them when it happened. I went heels over head and landed straight down... and ended up spending several hours in the ER. Diagnosis? Mild concussion. My own feelings? I can't believe that there's something worse than this.
I feel like the Queen of Canada. I've got a crown of agony at the top of my head, and the weight is only partially lifted during the first hour or so after taking Tylenol. I feel dizzy, nauseated, and bloody-well beat. The only plus about it is that I have a doctor's note excusing me from work. (I had a shit load of call backs involving tedious mathematics.) I know I'll be feeling better soon, but I was surprised to find out how 'normal' a concussion actually is. While in the ER, I must've exchanged words with about 20 other patients who have been in the same boat.
Apart from that, though. All has been well. Kole and I spent the last of our winter vacation eating Christmas goodies, watching DVDs and cleaning the house very slowly. I've spent the past 2 days at my parents under observation, and have had a chance to actually watch TV. It's been more than a year and a half since having this much access to it, and I don't know if it is the effects of the crack on the head or what... but I feel plenty disoriented after watching close to 10 hours of it so far. I can't really even remember what it is that I've actually watched either.
I don't have any New Year's resolutions. I want to make some changes, but I feel that if I label any of these as 'resolutions' it will give me grounds to break my own rules.
Although, better to break rules, than break my head.