How can you go, in minutes, from being happy and pain free, to howling like a baby and nursing a severe head ache? I'll tell you how, it can happen in a second.
We have a wooden storage bin where we keep out garbage containers; you can see it below. Last Tuesday night I went to get a container out and I forgot to hook the lid up. As I leaned in to get the container, "bang", the lid smacked me right on the top of the head. Oh my God did it hurt, and I could only scream for Chris who came with a bag of ice for my noggin.
When the ice finally melted, my first reaction of course was to maybe go to emergency, but it was evening and on Bowen Island this would mean likely not getting home because the ferries stop running at 9:30. So I just cried for the rest of the evening and went to bed.
I made it through the night and went to work as usual for the rest of the week, but oh my head hurt. In retrospect I maybe should have gone to my doctor.
I was seen by the emergency room doctor at 1:45. He did a series of neurological tests with hands, eyes, feet, and balance and coordination. I passed them all, and he said he did not think I needed a scan. He thought the pressure I was feeling at the bottom on my skull was soft tissue damage from tensing up or moving with the blow to the head. Go home, rest your head and take ibuprofen and it will get better in a couple of weeks.
So here I sit, still with a headache, wondering if I should go back. I have a colonoscopy tomorrow and will be in hospital anyway, so who knows. I just don't do headaches very well, and this one won't go away and it is 6 days now. If the doctor is right is his assessment without doing an xray or scan, then I consider myself extremely lucky that my injury did not crack my scull or cause a fracture. I just hope I am not bleeding inside my brain. That would not be a good thing.







