August 20th, 2009

Head Bangin’ and Steak Fajitas


So, Monday evening I was cleaning up dust bunnies from behind the dryer in the laundry room. (Yes, seriously.) I had moved the dryer out so I could really get back there.

And, um, we have cabinets that hang above the dryer.  Well, I stood straight up into the cabinets. Head first.


One trip to the ER later, plus one CAT scan and I officially had a concussion.

It could have been worse. I had visions of going to sleep that night and not waking up. And since I didn’t want our family story turned into a Lifetime movie, I went to the hospital to make sure my head wasn’t going to explode or morph into some blob with a big bump on it.

Thank goodness my parents live 7 minutes away. My mother took my children who hadn’t been fed yet (one of whom requires carb ratio calculations and an insulin shot) and cared for them.

There was no way I could do math. Or give a shot.

My father stayed with me at the hospital. I texted my husband the deal and he met us there.

I’m sure that was a fun text to get :). No real information, just:  Hit head hard. At ER. Come quick.

When he walked in his eyes were like saucers, but as soon as he realized I was going to be okay he commenced making fun of me.

Just the way I like it.

We decided the doctor wouldn’t take us too seriously if we were giggling so we tried to cut it out.

And once we were kicked out of our “suite” in the ER I realized I was STARVING.

Oh yeah, and my head really hurt. I opted out of the $20-per-pill hospital Advil and we got some on the road.

“What do you want to eat?” my husband sweetly asked.

“Steak fajitas.”

“We could go to that Italian place over . . .”

“Steak fajitas.”


“Steak fajitas.”

And after my near death experience . . . those might have been the best steak fajitas I’ve ever had.


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