Monday, September 15, 2008

Blunt force trauma to the head sucks. Who knew?

So I have been out and about a lot lately... there has been a lot of debauchery and beer, and general madness the past couple weeks.  I have been out of my cave a lot.  I am tired and my liver might fall out soon.

Most recently, I went to Sacramento this past weekend to go to a party.  That's right.  I flew to another city just to go to a party.  Cuz that's how I roll.  (hahahahaha...)  

We all know that I tend to hurt myself when I am drinking.  Minor injuries abound in my life.  I run into things, fall down a lot, twist joints the wrong way.  Cuts, scrapes, bruises, burns, and mysterious aches are very common. 

After 9 days during which I was drinking heavily 5 times, I have several bruises, a slightly messed up knee and wrist, and some blisters.  These are mostly just from walking.  Yep.  I am so retarded I can't even walk without hurting myself.  The wrist thing?  I have no idea what I did to my wrist...

But the worst battle wound of all came from CLEANING.  Sober.  Just picking up a cup or something off the floor, I stood up and smashed my head on the cabinet door that was above me.  See, in Sacramento, the cabinets are all sneeky and they move around opening all over the place and positioning themselves right above you.  So careful if you go there.  

And be careful if you're cleaning too.  Because that's what I was doing and, man, was that ever a mistake.  You don't realize what a threat to your safety these menial tasks can be until it's too late.  I'm just trying to help.  Cleaning is dangerous.

Seems that when you cut your scalp, it bleeds like crazy.  So I was sure I was in some deep shit for a few minutes there.  Lots of blood.  But it finally stopped bleeding and is just a very painful lump.  It's not cool.  I do realize any smart person would have gone to a doctor to get this checked, but nah...  I probably don't have brain damage.  And if I do, what are the chances I would damage part of the 10% that I use?  I'm pretty sure the odds are only 1 in 10.  Or something like that.  So why worry about it?  I was relieved this morning when I woke up.  It's a good feeling to not die in your sleep.