I've been out the game a bit since Tuesday. Put simply I was kind of, sort of, involved in a hit and run. I can't remember much before, about or after the h & r other than my left eye ball is bright dark red, I have a developing shiner that Mike Tyson would've been proud to inflict, and a gash on my forehead that has twelve stiches in it.
According to SM I got nattering to an elderly woman which delayed me from using the zebra crossing. I still don't know who she was from his description, but I must have known her or else why would I be chatting to her?
I crossed on green, an was about halfway across when this red car came haring around the corner, missed my back by inches, I fell forward like a log (with my shopping flying everywhere) and was knocked out.
The car sped off, but I wasn't actually hit... thank god!
I can't remember much about being in A&E apart from trying to stop the doctor from sticking nedles in my head. I made a tremendous fuss, and SM had to practically hold me down on the table, and telling the doc he had really pretty green eyes (he did too.) I also remember wanting to know what those really pretty things were in the ceiling (ventilation fans apparently.)
According to SM, I don't remember this, I then fell fast asleep.
I also remember being scanned in this big round metal thing with plastic clamps on my head.
I also r ember being called in by the doc and him telling me and SM that the scan was clear - no blood pools or whatever they were looking for - but he was only prepared to release me if I could stay with other people for at least 48 hours.
I tried arguing with the doc (you can't keep me here against my will kind of thing... I was desperate to get home and go to sleep, and wasn't sure why I was there in the first place.)
I remember at that point that SM stepped into the room (maybe he was listening outside) and reassuring the doc that, after 22 years in the army, he knew a lot about concussion, and would look after me.
I don't remember anything after that other than waking up, in my PJ's, with a seriously sore head in the middle of a massive storm.
But I liked listening to the wind and driving rain. The wind didn't whistle like normal; it positively roared at times. For some reason, I found that very reassuring, and it helped me relax.
He was a combination of very sweet, and very Sargent majorish. For instance, I insisted that SM played me some music from the internet. I couldn't remember the name of the music, but I could remember the name of the composer : Semetener, or something. He did his best to find it.
SM: It would help if you could remember the name of this music, and maybe spell the composers name right... maybe?.... I think I've found the composer at least.
Me: That's not it.... I want the wind music.
SM: Is that what it's called?
Me: I don't think so... but that's what it reminds me of if that helps.
SM: No, that REALLY, REALLY does not help (after several nope goes).... is this it?
Me: YES, that's it. But it's too quiet..... can you turn the volume up?
SM: NO... It's utube..... take it or leave it.
SM: You're right, the music does sound like the music.
Me: Told you so... even if it is too quiet.
I then offered to help him with a ton of paperwork to be a Councillor.
SM: Later... You just rest now and get over you're head injury.
Me: But I haven't got one I feel...
SM: You have a dozen stitches in your head and a massive black eye.... that's a head injury in anybodies book... NOW REST.
Me: But your election thingy is coming up in May and....
SM: Not till 2018 in my Ward... Oh, and by the way, when the medics were asking you what day, month and year it was, you got them all wrong....
Me: You're kidding me?
SM: No... so rest, recuperate and recover.
Me: That's three R's... is that like the three D's my dad always went on about?
SM: I dread to think what these 3D's where... let's listen to the music.
Me: They were distract, disable then destroy.
SM: Let's here the music then dance.
And we did.
I love dancing, but fell fast asleep afterwards; but also felt much better when I woke up.
SM: How's your head.
Me: Itchy as hell.
SM: Stop scratching your stitches... Itchy is a good sign of healing.
Me: Could've fooled me.... it feels worse... Can I have some paracetamol?
SM: Not till mid-day.
Despite our arguments (he's gone off on one of his daft fad diets again) I like him. He looked after me during my so-called concussion, and I shall look after him during his fad diets... as best I can.
His latest one is the Military Diet. I promised to stick with it for three days (easy enough to do as I wasn't hungry and, by god, you have to be hungry to stick to this diet.)
Yet, ironically, I broke this diet in so many ways, WITHOUT any exercise, and I lost 8 pounds in three days, and he only lost just over 4 pounds.
And this is what I don't understand. He's twice my size, so assuming we lived on the same stuff, he'd need twice as much?
But I ate more than he did - veggies, meat and gravy mainly - he exercised more than I did - but I lost more weight than he did.
How does that make any sense???
Perhaps he cheated? I don't think so as it's not his style. It's more my style as I cheated like crazy... quite openly, so I don't know if that classes as cheating.
Either way, we're both confused as to why I lost twice as much weight as him, when it should have been the other way round.
Answers on a pin head please?
Here's the too quiet music I loved so much:
Too quite, but still moving... love it!