Wizzer's World

This last weekend was quite the entertaining event. It all started when I was at my desk and I jumped up on my chair to take a look at something. Not to worry, I have done this thousands of times before. Well the thousandth and one time seems to be the charm as I lost my footing and did a free fall towards the floor, back first. Normally this wouldn’t be so bad except that my foot was still firmly attached to the chair. In an effort to protect itself from my fall the chair rotated out of the way, taking my foot with it, leaving me with nothing to land on except the floor. It’s ok though, my tailbone seems to have cushioned my fall.

So now my ankle is twisted, my ass is throbbing, pain is shooting into every nerve on my body. I manage to crawl back up to a sitting position in my traitorous chair trying desperately to catch my breath. I notice that I am a little dizzy and woozy still so I try and control my breathing……

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No longer dizzy or woozy I pull my self up from the floor under the desk and wonder how my computer ended up on its side. Wait what? How the computer ended up on its side? Better question, how did I end up on the floor again? Apparently the woozy feeling was the start of me blacking out. But wait, it gets better. As I blacked out I apparently fell forward knocking my head on the desk hard enough to give me a huge welt and knot on my forehead, I fell down and must have knocked the computer over with my FACE as I had a nice sized gash in my lip. Some where along the line I managed to skin my elbow but who knows when that happened.

As I lay on the ground and try and catch my breath, again, I am perplexed at the chain of events that happened in the last 10 min. I call Sarah and have her pick me up so we can go visit the urgent care clinic. (the only way I will ever go to an actual emergency room is if I am doing it in two separate cars. Think about it). The doctor looks at the egg growing out of my forehead and starts the concussion tests. “So you hit your head and blacked out?”

“No, I blacked out and THEN hit my head. Could you look at the ankle please?”

After she was done poking at my butt to ensure I hadn’t broken my tailbone (I didn’t but it was bruised pretty bad), she x-rayed the ankle and wrapped it up, handed me crutches and said to spend the weekend on the couch playing Grand Theft Auto. Ok so she didn’t say the GTA part, but that’s what I heard. Sadly, that’s not what was to happen.

Lee and Missy were coming in and the plan was to hit up DC and do the walking tour. When I told the Doctor this she looked at me like I had another head growing out of my forehead. (Which, at the time, it felt like I was). After spending all of Friday laid up, I wrapped up the ankle, walked gingerly, used the crutches and bought a cane and managed to get through the whole weekend.

Saturday was the DC trip and we hit all the spots on the mall. We ended up eating at Biddys Irish pub in Dupont Circle (which was just a hotel bar). Sunday we played pool and say Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

So here is the weird thing. After the accident on Friday, the whole weekend was just a blur as it shot by so fast. I remember all the stuff we did, and going to visit with Doc and Diz. But it was like “What weekend?”