I am all out of finesse. A week ago, I stepped out of the shower to grab the soap and then stepped back in but didn't quite and slipped and cracked my head on the edge of the bath. I saw stars and felt idiotic and knew immediately I had given myself a mighty whack. Along with that has been a magnificent black eye that is still inviting stares and knowing glances (I may be chronically this for my own interest but I am not posting close ups of my black eye on the net.)
I've done a shocking job of coming up with an alternative story (spy? fighting off aliens?). I was fine the first couple of days but woke on Friday with a massive headache and nausea. I did a couple of calls but then my boss said "you don't sound right, I think you should go to the dr as you may have concussion". Long story short - Emergency, Triage, wonderful pain killers and anti-nausea meds, CT scan, brain pronounced undamaged and still present, home with no reading or close viewing.
The kid spent the day with me in emergency, because she is good that way, and was disgusted at the bloke in the bed opposite moaning on about his post operative pain from knee reconstruction. I did remind her that people have different pain tolerances but she was having none of that once she worked out from eavesdropping that he'd had the same ACL replacement she'd had at 16 "and I did not carry on like that..."
So, it's been a quiet few days not helped along by my house guest closing a door on my fingers today. She is having a very stressful time so I smiled with gritted teeth and told her it was fine and then yelped once she had left the house. Good thing I was way overdue for a manicure.