Thoughts from a "concussion"

Good morning cyberspacers, isn't it nice to see that I'm back at school?

So I haven't posted for the past two days, mainly due to the fact that A; I haven't been at school and B; I've felt pretty sick to my stomach. However, it's not as if these feelings are built on unstable ground. On Tuesday I had woken up already feeling a little crappy, but I had decided to go to school and muddle through the day anyway. As I was heading out of the house I discovered that I didn't have any gloves. Now, to understand what happened next I have to explain a few things to you about my living situation. My mother and I live in a 4plex on the second floor. Just outside our door, next to the common door out onto the second floor porch there is a fire extinguisher, inconveniently there is the box of my mother and I's extra hats, gloves and scarves for the winter. After spending a couple minutes digging through the box I had found the gloves I wanted and in order to catch my bus I had to hurry. Standing back up, rather quickly I may add, I whacked my head on the fire extinguisher with enough force that it made an unpleasant noise. Thinking that there was nothing wrong with this, it just hurt, I ran down the stairs, out the door, and down the block to just barely catch the bus.

Along my ride to school the pain was there but nothing huge. As I got closer and closer to school though, the pain started to become greater and greater to the point that I almost missed my stop from the second bus. Once inside the school building I gradually became groggier and groggier. Upon time for my first hour, this class, I worked my way into the room and sat down to try and begin to work.

Now, most days I jump right in and after reading my teacher's post for the day I start writing at a pace that in the past I couldn't even imagine I would reach. On Tuesday however that pace didn't appear, I was slow to even get the browser up on the school computer. At this point my teacher had already known about the trauma I accidentally caused on my and suggested I go to the office to get them to get the nurse to come over and check on me. Yes, our school is so small that the nurse is rarely here.

When the nurse arrived she checked to see that my pupils were even and reactive. They were, but she still suggested that I go home and take some ibuprofen and rest for the remainder of the day. My mother was not happy to hear about this. She was eventually convinced to have my grandparents come get me and have me stay at their house for the day. Once I had arrived there I took the ibuprofen and had some mac and cheese, because yes, at seventeen mac and cheese is still one of my favorite things to eat. At that point my dad actually called my grandparents. After telling him the events that had happened thus far and the fact that I felt a little pukey, he decided that I had a concussion and convinced my grandparents that I wasn't allowed to nap.

I spent the remainder of the day watching bad TV, which mainly consisted of cartoons and sitcoms geared towards middle schoolers. It was nice, I even was able to watch a little Rugrats and Recess.

Yesterday I stayed home yet again due to the facts that I still felt really cruddy and we only had a half day so it wasn't like I'd be missing all that much. The day was spent reading, watching a little TV, however when you don't have expansive cable, your options are rather limited, and actually playing on my DS a little again.

So cyberspacers, today I leave you with yet another few questions. Number 1: How do you feel about blunt force trauma with a fire extinguisher? and Number 2: What cartoons did you watch at a young age? I'll probably write more about cartoons and bad TV tomorrow, especially the fact that Gossip Girl was so damn good on Monday, along with Heroes as well.