Oh, for God’s sake.
This just in:
Dogs yanked me off my feet this morning. I fell over, scraping the pavement, and the back of my head struck a parked SUV. Cartoon pain shimmers followed, accompanied by radiating head pain, ear pain, severe nausea, eye pain.
“Am I overreacting?” I asked my mother.
You can guess her response.
ER. CT scan. X-rays. Tetanus shot. Mom freaking out about Natasha Richardson.
“Could we please stop talking about Natasha Richardson?” I pleaded.
“Of course,” she said. “But you know, she would have lived if—”
“MOM, JESUS CHRIST.”
“Right. Okay. Guess I’m sleeping over tonight.”
Verdict: concussion. Ready to puke. The doc said I am allowed one or two pukes, but any more than that, and I have to go back to the ER, stat.
Lovin’ it all right now. Just loving it all. I feel like a Whack-a-Mole.
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