This morning is the first real test of my commitment to writing weekly posts. Around midnight last night, I was sitting in my kitchen snacking on a soy yogurt. This is not, for most people, a particularly dangerous activity. Apparently, I fell asleep and fell off the chair. Using my catlike reflexes, I…hit the floor and busted open my head. I remember sitting in the chair, and then I remember seeing an unholy quantity of blood.
My intrepid wife and I spend the next couple of hours in the local ER. It was a strange experience, confirming to me that I do not like being on the other end of the doctor-patient relationship. The quick-thinking and compassionate physician on duty last night ordered an ECG and a CT scan of my head, but did not do, as best I remember, even a cursory neurological exam or look in my eyes. As a bonus, probably because he was worried about my self-esteem, he told me I have the brain of a seventy-year-old. I’m 58.
So yeah. My day can only get better.