I am not a hypochondriac... maybe... but all I can think of is how dizzy I am. I hit my head pretty hard. I must be dying. I am emotional. I don't even know why. It must be because I am dying. This is what happens when you rattle your brain, right?
|I guess it was only natural to be thinking about zombies|
while I was knocked out!
Needless to say, I need to work on my acting skills. As I demonstrated and acted out the scene where Rick falls over, I fell backwards on the ottoman and crashed the back of my head on the entertainment stand. Stunned I sat back up. I was told I looked pretty glassy eyed and I could already feel the goose egg on the back of my head forming. But I am strong and I said I was ok. They went ahead and got me some ice, and when I felt the back of my head it felt hot and wet. When I pulled my hand out, it was covered in blood.
Well, I went into the kitchen and they tried to clean it up. But I am not one for blood. It makes me sick. I am not one for injuries. It makes me sick. I started to feel sick. I needed to sit down.
The next thing I know, I am running through these black hallways and we are being chased by zombies. I can hear my friends calling out my name and even though I am screaming back at them, they can't hear me. They keep saying something, but I can't really understand their gargley goop. My friend's face pops up in front of me. She is calling my name. I keep talking back. My arms are tingly and warm. I can't feel my feet. I have no clue where I am and there is a ringing in my ears. I try to talk back but nothing is coming out. The words are stuck in my throat. I must have been caught by one of the zombies. I must have been bitten. And they are trying to bring me back. The world around me is a glass bubble and everything is echoing in my head.
I sit up and the beads of sweat are covering my face. I am hot all over but at least my arms are no longer tingly. My head hurts. They said I was out for a couple of minutes. My eyes were open but nobody was home. When I finally came back to, I realized what was going on. It is the weirdest feeling ever.
I spent the rest of the night with a bag of ice to my head and trying to not fall asleep. I was lucky. It could have been much worse. I could have hit lower. I could have cut myself worse and had to go get a staple put into the back of my head. I could have really been bitten by a zombie. Although they all agreed that I probably wouldn't survive a zombie apocalypse if I pass out at the sight of blood. That's ok. I plan on hiding in a closet. Or maybe if it ever does happen, I would get over my fear of blood.
Overall, the lesson I took away from this was I guess I need to work on my acting skills. But I will stay away from all sharp objects when I do it!
So for Music Monday, I was going to highlight a song by LL Cool J "Mamma gonna knock You Out" (or whatever the name of the song is) but upon trying to listen to it, it just made my headache worse. So, I resorted to one of my favorites from Chumbawamba.
So just remember... I get knocked down, but I get up again! :)