Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

it's all in my head

My husband came home in the wee hours of the morning and after moving my laptop from his side of the bed, climbed in to snuggle until the sun came up.  It was very nice having him home.  I’d completely forgotten our argument, and luckily for me, so had he. 

It was truly my lucky day.  My husband was home, the sun was shining, and I had the day off.  Rare is the day when all of those things fall into alignment.  And because it was my day off, I took every advantage of the time to cuddle in bed with my husband for as long as possible.  Life is so full of constant activity that it’s easy to forget how important it is to spend time together doing nothing at all.  That is exactly what we did until ten thirty—nothing at all. 

But as they say, all good things must end, and so we dragged ourselves up to shower and dress and set out to find some excitement on the lovely day.  Of course, excitement is always just a little bit dangerous for me…the queen of clumsy.

I should be permanently banned from entering a vehicle without assistance (or a helmet.)  I hit my head getting into the car—so hard that I saw stars and smelled funny things.  I’m not sure if the dizziness is from the crack in my skull, or because I’m always just a little dizzy.  Either way, I spent a good bit of the afternoon with an ice pack affixed to the back of my head and a constant chaperone nagging me every time I tried to grab a quick nap. 

The strange thing is, I feel like everything is finally back to normal.  Any day that I fall down, hit my head, trip over something, or knock over a grocery store display, is a day where I’m truly on my game.

I took a little time to rest, but instead of resting I spent a good bit of time researching head injuries on WebMd.  I didn’t want to miss any important symptoms.  Is it bad that I don’t crave cookies at all?  Should I worry about the bump on my head?  What if I lie on it at night and it pushes back into my brain?  Should I be concerned that it hurts my eyes to look directly into the sun?

These are important questions!

I would very much like to say that the rest of my day was uneventful, but unfortunately, that would be incorrect. 

Mike and I decided that the weather was far too nice to stay indoors, so we decided to do a little work in the back yard.  All four dogs—the Labradors, the Pit-bull-mix, and the grandpuppy—came out to “help”.   The dogs, as it turns out, are wonderful helpers.  They were investigating the upper yard while we tidied up the lower yard.  Winter always leaves things in a total state of disarray, so there was a lot to do.  More than could be done on this one day, but it didn’t stop us from trying.  While we were thoroughly engaged in weeds, drains, rocks and garbage, the dogs were barking at something they found completely interesting. 

Mike decided he should investigate.  I took that as an opportunity to take a break, and I sat down on a bench to watch.  He had barely reached the back of the yard when he called me to come and bring my camera.  Blackberry in hand, I made my way to the back in a half-run, and skidded to a stop when he announced, “rattlesnakes!” 

There was a nice little clutch of young rattlers hidden in a group of large rocks.  After getting a picture, I backed away, watching my footing because the parents of said youngsters were nowhere to be found.  Mike “removed” the snakes, but he’s sure there are full grown snakes still in the area—at least one, if not more.  Needless to say, I won’t be venturing out into the yard anytime soon.  And I’m perfectly happy with that.  I hate yard work anyway. 

So that was my Tuesday…I almost said Sunday, because that is what today has felt like…a Sunday.  Of course, when I go back to work in the morning it will still be Wednesday, and I’ll still have a few days left in the week.  That is if I survive the head injury.

Don’t worry.  I have obviously survived the blow to the head, as I am still typing.  Then again, I don’t want to speak too soon.  We’ll know for sure if I wake up in the morning.  I’m not really worried, I seem to always wake up, but just in case I think I’ll have my husband poke me every so often just to make sure.

Until the next time…I’ll be sleeping with my eyes open…just in case!

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