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.
2 thoughts on “Eric vs. Gravity”
“… snacking on a soy yogurt. … I hit the floor and busted open my head.”
– Some people might consider that appropriate punishment for eating soy yogurt.
“…an unholy quantity of blood.”
– Okay, this is not funny anymore.
“…physician on duty last night ordered an ECG and a CT scan of my head…”
– Well I hope everything comes out okay. I’m not a doctor but it seems to me that a big bonk on the noggin is not the best for anyone’s health.
“…he told me I have the brain of a seventy-year-old.”
– I’m sure he just meant that you are wise beyond your years…
Take care and get better soon. You have a sequel to write!
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Haha I’m fine with eating dairy products; it’s the people around me who suffer after I’ve been eating dairy.