Sunday, September 21, 2008

All Is Well, I Promise

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, 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 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!"


Terri said...

LOL Glad you are on the mend!

Flea said...

I'm a pair of scissors!

Maybe have your mom check you out. Make sure you're okay. Make sure you're not doing drugs or something.

Heather the Mama Duk said...

I'm glad you are okay... but it sounds like you got yourself a little concussion there!