It was my weekend to work so that meant that on Sunday, I had the privilege of hauling out the big, battery operated floor vacuum. I actually don't mind pushing the 40-pound bohemouth up and down the 3-storied building that is Keystone but you do tend to get a bit of a workout. Anyway once I was done, I took it down to the basement to clean it out. I reach down to get something, stand up rather quicKly, and WHAM! My head hits the side-bar that's attached to the dumpster so that the garbage truck can pick it up. I put my hand to my head, no blood. This is good. I have a bit of a headache but nothing majorly wrong so I go back about my business.
Skip to later on that night. I'd been at the library then cooking so I hadn't had a lot of time to sit down but once I did, the nausea set in. Whoa, dude... what's wrong with me? I asked. Told my sister about the knock on the head, she promptly googled something and voila! Priognosis is that I managed to give myself a (very) mild concussion complete with nausea, headache and a we bit of dizziness when I stood.
So I felt like crap most of the evening but you'll be happy to find out that other than a really large bump on my head, I feel just peachy keen this morning. *Note to self: dumpsters are made out of metal, not fluffy pillows.
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