Ow

[scarlettina]

So I went to Goodwill this morning to buy a picture frame as part of a gift. I was crouching down to look at a frame, and suddenly this very hard, very heavy thing lands on my head. Turns out it was a heavy, metal, corner shelf case that had fallen out of a woman's shopping cart. Management was called. I got a chair and an ice pack. There happened to be an off-duty nurse in the store who felt my head for injury--no cuts but a lump coming up. I was a little uncertain on my feet but eventually was okay to drive home.

I'm home now, putting ice on the hurt spot (which still hurts). My pupils are stable and both the same size. My temp's okay so far, so I'm guessing there's no concussion, but I'm feeling a little odd in the tummy. Maybe it's just the stress and upset.

One way or another, the incident has thrown off all my plans for this morning, and I'm trying to catch up.

Not a happy girl.

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[chantry.livejournal.com]

botgrrrl and I had just begun dating, when we went to buy groceries together. She still had a hatchback Colt at the time, and when we went to put the groceries into the back, after I had leaned in to put the last bag down, she slammed the hatch down onto the back of my head.

Luckily for me (and our relationship), it was a glancing blow, and I was more stunned that she had done such a thing than injured. I stood there, staring at her in shock, while she stood there, horrified and probably figuring I was about to kill her, when I did what was probably the best thing I could have done in terms of avoiding an argument or other recriminations.

I started laughing.

[scarlettina.livejournal.com]

Heh. That's great. I wish my response to stress was laughter. My first reactions to this event were anger and then tears. ::sigh::

[chantry.livejournal.com]

It was just the look of horror on her face, the "Oh my God what did I just do she's going to stomp off and never see me again" expression, and the absurdity of the whole situation that made me burst out laughing.

That and the fact that I'm half-Irish, so you can't actually hurt me by hitting me in the head. (No lie, I was kicked in the head by a Shetland pony when I was 7, and just had three stitches, no skull fracture or anything.)