“Shit!” I yell as I hit my head on the overhang above my staircase. I finish climbing down the stairs and stop for a second to make sure that I’m still functioning in a “normal” capacity. I run through the questions of asking myself my name, date, and occupation. I correctly answer the questions. Okay, good, hopefully that means no concussion. However, if I really was answering the questions incorrectly, would I even know? And if not, then this whole routine would be moot anyway.
I have lived in this apartment for over three years and I still hit my head on that damn overhang at least once a month. One time I really do think I gave myself a concussion. I was carrying the laundry basket downstairs, rushing to grab my cell phone in the living room, and then knocked myself pretty good. I felt like one of those old cartoons where the character gets knocked in the head and the audience sees stars around him. I always wonder if there were stars floating around my head that day. I was left with a massive headache and a nice bump on my head. At first, I told people the true story, causing their eyes to glaze over with boredom within seconds.
A few days later, I met up with some old co-workers for drinks and told them I was in a snowboarding accident. They were pretty impressed, then disbelief set it in, and then laughter. It was hard for me to keep a straight face when telling them anyway. Let’s just say, I don’t have the typical snowboard physique. Years ago, some friends convinced me to go snowboarding with them. I should have kept with my gut reaction of no. Peer pressure set in and I finally said yes, knowing that I would probably regret my decision. I was right. It was a miracle I survived. I used muscles I didn’t even know I had – muscles that never should be used in that way. I was sore for over a week and cursed snowboarding the entire time. The physical bruises healed but not the emotional ones.
I check my watch and realize I’m running late as usual. I grab my cell phone and I’m out the door. Hopefully, the morning will go better than it started. It’s Monday so I don’t have high hopes.
Another great slice, though my head has hurt thru the whole story! Well done. Thank you for this small piece of pie.
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it 😊