And I mean that in a fond sense. My mom came in this morning asking me to help her take out the trash. On my last trip back, I fell. I hit the concrete head first. It has been a long time since that little maneuver has happened. Pretty much the last time was in elementary school years. I banged up my head a lot back then… right into concrete.
My mom checked my eyes for sign of a possible concussion. I assured her it was unlikely. I never got them back then, I doubt I would have gotten one now. Besides, she said she did not hear anything when I collided, so no worries. Anyway, I admit, I still feel weird in the head, but that is to be expected.
I did consider lying down, but I had been doing that since Saturday after the whole shopping trip. Due to the crowd, the sunlight and noise, I managed to get a headache and later on it evolved into my back aching. Add onto that some chest pains later… well, by the end of the whole expedition, I was tired and felt like shit. So I lay down. I did not wake up until maybe half a day later. I managed to stay awake for at most two hours, but still felt like crap, so slept again. My back was in terrible pain. I woke up again around six or seven at night.
Despite I still felt out of it and not too great physically, I decided to force myself to stay up. I hate it when I sleep a lot just because my body is being a bitch. After the fall, however… my body has really been jarred by the fall. I might have done something to my legs. I scraped one of them despite there was no effect on my jeans, because I just rock like that.
Well, other than that, I might go get an ID today. I’ve needed one, but it has been postponed often due to my lack of driving and the place not being open on the weekends.
Blah. I think I’ll take some Advil now. Damn fall.