First off, let me thank all of you who were so concerned about my welfare. Apparently I'm not permanently brain damaged from my Great Fall at karate. (I should re-name this blog The Humptey Dumptey Mom!) My brains never did leak out my ears. I woke up fine on Friday morning and, with the exception of having a mild headache and some nausea, was just dandy all day long. It was a little scary when I realized that I was periodically walking in circles and clucking like a chicken....no, I jest. I never did that. OK, maybe once, but it was just a joke.
I was, however, thinking back on the drive home from karate and I realized that I had been having a wee bit of trouble recalling my name as I was driving. You see, I'm the daughter of a psych nurse, so as I was driving, because I was so aware of the fact that I had just suffered a very hard blow to the head, I was testing myself to make sure that I was alert and oriented. Going through things like "My name is _______" and "I'm married to ______". I realized on Friday that I was answering these questions like this: "My name is....um....Lisa Hackensack. Yes. That's it. OK. I'm married to...*name bubbles up through primordial ooze that is my consciousness*...Troy Hackensack. Yes. OK. I'm good at this." I convinced myself that I was just peachy and tootled on home and into bed after writing the other blog post. I also vaguely remember thinking, after writing that, that at least if I happened to die in my sleep, nobody would wonder what in the world happened to me. They would know, after reading my last blog entry, that I had died from a head injury. Sounds like a perfecly logical line of thinking, right?
So, obviously a head-injured person checking for their own alertness and orientation is just like a crazy person vouching for their sanity. "No, I'm not crazy at all! See? I'm a tube of toothpaste!"