“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.