The One With The Concussion

I hit my head yesterday.  I know, I know, not entirely surprising if you know me well.  I even told one of my good friends about it and their reaction?  ‘Nice work, you.’  Like, it was just so incredibly normal that I would do something like that, that it didn’t even need a sympathy response.  But really, I hit it hard.  Kind of a big deal.  I slammed it into the bed post…just walking by it.  (Stop laughing.)  I was either dancing, or doing something else that required a massive head flip and then just big, fat flipped it hard onto the solid wood bed post.  (Seriously, stop laughing.)  And I had myself a big, fat mild concussion because of it too.  It really messed up my day, that concussion (as they’re known to do…)  I still went out and did stuff, but the stuff was just weirder and harder to do.  I found myself talking in circles, (I may have walked in a few circles as well), I had a great big headache, felt dizzy and lightheaded, couldn’t make normal things come out of my mouth, I was exhausted all day, I felt like I was in a large bus, going really slow on a bumpy dirt road (which is extra sucky for me because I get car sick), and I also was super emotional.  Case in point- After I picked up my daughter from preschool and put her down for her nap, I changed out of my coffee shop writing clothes (it’s a thing) and into sweats and laid down on the couch to watch some Friends reruns.  And I found myself crying at the fact that they’re such good friends.  I literally sat there and teared up, thinking to myself,

‘I want a group of friends like that.  I’ll never have a group of friends like that.  They get to do everything together.  They’re so lucky to have each other, those friends.’

I didn’t fall asleep, I just laid there like a zombie.  Then I took a bath at, oh, 4pm?  Then got into bed and watched some more Friends episodes, still not feeling any better.  (And a Friends marathon usually does the trick…either that or Sports Center, which didn’t do it either.  So this is serious business I’m talking about here.)  I couldn’t eat dinner, nothing really sounded good.  And then I think I dozed off sometime around 7:35?  I just remember that my daughter was still awake and I slowly moved from the propped-up head position to the horizontal position.  And I remember my husband asked me if I was falling asleep and I think I said, ‘No. Not necessarily.’  And then I think I closed my eyes and…boom.  Asleep.

Theeeeeeen I woke up at 12:45 (a.m).

Which leads me to this moment in time.  It is now 3:17 a.m.  And I’ve been awake since that 12:45.  I really tried to go back to sleep, honest I did.  I laid there, with my eyes closed for a whole hour, trying different positions to make myself fall back asleep but I just couldn’t.  I kept getting hot and sweaty and just could not make myself fall asleep. Then I googled mild concussion and sleep problems and found that it was totally normal to be abnormal at this time.  Great.

So what did I do?  I came downstairs and started baking.  I walked downstairs and turned on the oven at 2 a.m. and by 2:30 I had scones baking and smelling incredible.  Is that weird?  Probably.  But I have always baked whenever I feel bad or sick or emotional, or have an incredible amount of things on my mind.  It has always soothed me, baking.  I think it’s because I can just tune everything else out and do something that doesn’t require much thought, something that is guaranteed to come out well.   And that’s a great feeling when you’re feeling down.  It’s like I’m sort of setting myself up for guaranteed success.  And I think my foggy brain went right to the scone because it’s one of those things that I’ve always said I can make in my sleep…which I guess I kinda did.

What probably makes it even weirder though is that I did all of it in the garage, as to not wake up the rest of the house.  Even my still-concussed brain knows that’s pretty damn strange.  Garage baking at 2 a.m.

But the good thing is that I now have a batch of Pumpkin Brown Sugar Scones that I will surely need in a couple hours or so for my second breakfast to go along with my bonus cup of coffee…which will be at the normal time that the rest of you are eating and drinking your first.

So, a good morning to you all!  Wish me luck out there.  There’s no telling what weird things I’ll be doing today.

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