I was bent over in the attic picking up some Halloween decorations when son started to run up the stairs. They aren't allowed up there because there are some
This all went down on Friday. We figured out that I scored myself a concussion when husband asked me to throw him the remote on Saturday afternoon. I meant to throw it at him and instead I slammed it against the wall opposite of where he was sitting. Whoops. Later that night I kept waking up and swatting at things that I thought were flying above my head. This did not go over well with husband, especially when I woke him up to tell him I thought angels kept trying to come and take me away.
So when I was still spinning on Monday I forced myself to cough up the $20 copay and go in. The Dr. scared the pants off me when he ordered me to get over to the hospital and do a CAT scan right that very minute. Of course, my mind raced through all the scenarios I had Googled the day before, so I was now convinced I would have a seizure on the drive over and that would be the end of Lotta. But, no blood on the brain. I'm gonna live. I just have a whopper of a concussion.
Thanks for all your nice comments! Husband was very sweet to blog for me - but kept telling me how "Judi" and someone named "Joy" kept commenting that he should have sex with me to speed my recovery. I'll get you back ladies.