Wednesday, November 01, 2006


While preparing lunch for my daughters yesterday morning, I got a mild concussion.

Years ago I somehow acquired a wooden cutting board. I don't use it for cutting. It is my bread and pastry board. I use it for biscuits, braiding yeast bread, making rolls, pie crust, all kinds of things when I'm in the mood. I keep it on the top shelf of the pantry. It has been sitting there safely for more than six years. Until yesterday.

As I knelt to get some applesauce, I felt the corner of the board strike me directly on the back of my head, right where the whorl is. I made some exclamation and hit the ground. I saw stars. I heard, "Mommy? Are you okay?"

"No. Call your dad."

"I don't know how."

"He's not at work. He's upstairs. Just go get him." I heard Inwe yell up the stairs.

Phill found me crouched over on the floor still holding my head. There wasn't blood, but every part of my head was hurting. I was able to stand after a few minutes. I even went through the rest of the day, which was busy, but I was aware that the thoughts in my head weren't getting to my mouth correctly. Complex logical strings weren't my strong point yesterday. I kept it simple for fear of sounding like a complete idiot.

By the time the Halloween festivities were over I had a headache that completely controlled me. I still have the headache. Last night the headache was so bad that even with pain killers it took three hours for me to fall asleep. I hope the headache gets better today. I've had enough of it.

And, Phill moved the pastry board. Can you imagine if it had been one of the little ones?


elizabeth.thomas said...

Hope you get to feeling better. And we need to teach Inwe how to use the telephone; just in case something else happens and Phil isn't home!

Genevieve said...

That was a scary story. I hope your head is feeling better today!

Kell said...

That's crazy. Hope you feel better.