One of my favorite episodes of the Office is when Micheal Scott calls the office to tell everyone that he burned his foot on a George Forman grill. The episode is the funny from beginning to end. Micheal asks Pam to come and get him and he acts like the world has ended because his foot kind of hurts (reminds me of many of my previous co-workers). Dwight immediately jumps into action as tells Micheal he is coming for him. As Dwight is leaving the office, he runs his car into a telephone pole, and immediately gets out, and pukes all over his car. He is unplussed and just keeps heading toward Micheal.
Throughout the episode, Micheal continues to make a huge deal out of his “injury” to the point where he invites a guy in a wheelchair to talk about how hard it is to live with handicaps. As he heads out he asks Jim, “What is wrong with that guy?” and Jim replies, “I apologize for Micheal.” The guy goes, “No, I mean the moon faced kid (Dwight). I think he might have a concussion.”
This morning, I got a rude wake up call. On my side of the bed, the door going into the bathroom swings out, so when open, it leans right against my night stand. Most nights, we close the door, because a lot of light comes from the bathroom. For some reason, last night, I was open and I didn’t know it. When my alarm went off I stood up quickly and rammed my forehead directly into the side of the door. It hurt like the dickens, but I recovered enough not to wake my wife.
I felt a little moisture on the forehead though and reached to touch it. Of course there was blood. Problem was, I couldn’t wipe it off, because I didn’t want to mess up and towels or linens with blood. I kept searching and decided that I had to use a towel. So I wiped it and took my shower. I leaned my head backward, because I didn’t want to get any blood on the shower floor. My wife just cleaned it the other day.
When I got out, I turned on the lights to search for a bandaid. I finally found one, but was hesitant to put it on. I don’t really align with Darth Vader, but the Stormtrooper bandaids were all we had. So I had to suck it up and align with the empire for a little while, at least while I took my pre-work, post-shower nap. I couldn’t lay on the couch with a bloody head, so I took the towel that I wiped all the blood with and layed that on top of the couch pillow. I would face death worse than a concussion if I spilt a drop of blood on that new couch.
I might have forgot to mention that the other day while playing catch with my son, I thought I had caught the ball, but didn’t and it came flying out and wacked me in my left temple. Just warning you that if I say anything nice, I didn’t come from me. It was the concussion speaking.
Have a Nice Day!
Have you ever had any areas on your body that seem to magnetically attract injuries? Ever said anything opposite of your nature during a concussion?
Bitter Concussion Ben