Music Monday: Tubthumping (I Get Knocked Down)

I woke up this morning and felt the back of my head. It was warm and completely matted. I looked at the napkin on the old towel that was placed on my pillow. It was covered in blood. My head had been bleeding all night.

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!

Last night we stopped by a friend's house. We are all big fans of The Walking Dead. So while we were sitting there, I asked them what they thought of the previous week's episode. If you haven't watched The Walking Dead, I won't give anything away. But for me, I was horrified by Rick's bad acting at the end of the last episode. Ok - so he had a right to have a breakdown. But it was funny. My husband always teases me about how Ewan McGreggor cries in Moulin Rouge, so this was my way to demonstrate how funny Rick cries as well.

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! :)