Saturday, July 25, 2009

I'm looking like Harry Potter these days.

After a long week, most couples take advantage of Friday nights by catching a movie, having a nice dinner or just curling up on the couch to relax. Not me. Not my poor husband. Last night, our plans included a giant gash on my forehead, a busted lip and an emergency room. No, it wasn't a bar fight, although I almost wish it was so I'd have a decent story to tell.

As I was out running errands Friday afternoon, I started to feel lightheaded, much like you do when you stand up too fast or feel like you're about to get sick. No sooner did I walk outside to get some air than I was on the concrete sidewalk, bleeding from my forehead and wondering what the hell just happened. I was only unconscious for a couple seconds but of course, the manager of the store I was in wanted to make sure I was checked out, which I appreciated. My lip and knees caught the brunt of the fall, both which would throb continuously throughout the night. Brad showed up shortly after, probably driving a lot faster than he should have after I called to tell him what had happened, and everything checked out with my vitals. We went to the local urgent care and I almost wish I hadn't. The doctor there wouldn't even dress my head injury, which I was trying to nurse with ice wrapped in a paper towel. We'd need to go to the emergency room, he said, eyes wide and making me increasingly neurotic about the whole situation. I'd need to have an EKG and CT scan done, stitches for my head, etc. Seriously? Alright. After all, I'd never needed stitches or broken bones as a kid. What the hell did I know? So off to the ER we went. Everyone was very nice but I felt like a pin cushion after giving everything the nurses needed: 4 tries for blood samples before they were actually successful, an IV in the hand (um, OUCH) and the tetnus shot I apparently needed. Ugh, shit. Luckily, the doctor said he'd be able to use Dermabond to patch up my head wound intead of stitches. Woohoo. By 12:30am, I was discharged and we were own our way home. Only got about 3 hours of sleep due to my adreneline subsiding and the pain taking its place but it felt good just to be home. We still aren't clear exactly why I blacked out but hopefully we'll get it under control. Now, let's hope this gash on my head won't have me resembling Harry Potter in the days to come.

Yep, if only I could have a better story: "If you think I look bad, you should see the other girl!" Oy vey.


  1. Goodness, Leslie! Hope it was a one-time thing. I'm glad you are okay!

  2. I am glad you are okay Leslie. How scary! You will not have a Harry Potter scar.

  3. Glad that everything is okay! Was worried about you. Get some rest !

  4. Sorry about your fall!
    I do understand, been there, done that. I got stitches!

    Glad you had a good time in NYC!

    Love you!