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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Oh no! You won’t end up like poor Natasha. Your mom was a good mom to take you to the ER.
Jenn,
Take care of yourself, stay off your feet and let your mama take care of you
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Oh my word, take care of yourself and listen to your mother!
Oh man. Reason number 423,825 to not get a puppy for the children.
Just be glad you aren’t my sister. If you were, I would be totally laughing hysterically, while taking care of you, of course. Whack-a-mole!
Looks like you are in good hands
Ouch! Give yourself some time to feel better, m’kay?
OY. When it rains, it pours. Or:
You’re dealing with shit. No question.
But diarrhea, too, world?
xoxoxoxoxoxox
Is it wrong that I am laughing at the Whack-a-mole reference? Probably. Feel better soon.
BUT! Did you get transported to a magical world full of poppies and articulate trees?
As a person who has had a concussion, I get it. Be careful! Mine was mild and still it took me weeks upon weeks to not feel off or dizzy. Hope you feel better soon.
(((((Jenn)))))
You take care now, y’hear?!!!
Please feel better soon! And good for your mom; that is what we are FOR, damnit.
Keep your head down — I just love Whackamoling.
Universe? Give Jenn a break already! My God in Heaven!
I too had a smash face (with blood) just over a week ago. I feel your pain. I’m so sorry–hang in there. This is a good time for chocolate and tv. I watched the smurfs–until I took pity on my husband and we switched to simpsons. At least your mom is there.
Don’t try to fly tomorrow.
LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER! Wouldn’t you be her, too? Thank God for moms, for your mom. Thank you, Mater!
Rest up and let your body heal. And that’s an order.
I think what your mother meant to say was Natasha would have lived if Vanessa were there to make her go to the hospital.
Feel better.
Aw, poor Jen! I will be thinking about you. I am amazed you were able to write a blog post! Darn dogs and SUVs! Feel better xo
Damn those SUVs. If it had been a smaller, softer car, none of this would have happened!
Get better. I am so sorry about the head hit. Maybe you could dine out on that story! XOFifi
geezo flip, missy! that’s just not even right. take care of yourself, and let you mom do the same!
Take it easy, Jenn. I’m glad your mom is there for you.
Good God Woman!!
Hello? Jebus? Jenn needs to land on her fucking FEET already.
Amen.
The exact same thing happened to me last Saturday. Except I was carrying my stinkin dog because he’s too much of a princess to walk in snow.
I banged my head and herniated a disk.
Got to love the hospital drugs though.
Feel better soon my friend.
Feel better soon!
Ohmigod! I’m your mother!!! Because I would TOTALLY have had a Natasha Richardson freakout, too! (And because I would totally have been unable not to tell you all about it.) Still, I’m glad she’s there with you.
Feel better!
Oh my god. I am sorry, but that totally cracked me up!
Poor Natasha. She’s going to become a slang term. Like: Don’t take chances with your health. If you fall, go to the ER right away. Don’t pull a Natasha!
My mother has told me every head injury story since Natasha Richardson died.
I’m glad you are ok but get yourself to the ER if you feel funky! I can’t handle anymore sad news over the internet right now.
No freakin’ way.
Yipes! I’m so sorry. I hope no more pukes. Please take care of yourself.
I like the whack a mole image. Lately I’ve been saying that it feels like I killed an albatross but you know, I’m exagerrating. Albatross killing always turns out much, much worse. So now I’ve got whack a mole and that works! Thanks!
(My mom would have said ‘yes.’ Maybe I’d be dead by morning.)
ay yi yi!
Will the torrential dowpour never end??
bot code: Y KEN so close to Y JEN
Oh! I’m glad that it’s nothing worse than a concussion. I hope you feel better soon!
I’m a little behind on my blog reading, so I hope you’re already feeling much better now.
Question: How do you know when your Yankee blood has turned Tex-Mex? Answer: When you read “Whack-a-mole” and it sounds like you’re trying to say Guacamole with a bad Spanish accent.
Hope you’re feeling better soon, Jenn. Just think: perhaps the Bi-Polar Bear got a concussion, too. In fact, this blow to the head may be just the thing to beat that Bear into submission. You never know…
This only makes me love your mom THAT MUCH MORE!