What A Strange Thing To Bang My Head On

I do not even keep track of all the bumps and bruises I end up with. It is not unusual for me to get all wound up in something and forget that there are things over my head, beside my shoulder, near my hip, or who knows what else. The side of my calf is so sore, and I do not know why it is that way. No one threw anything at me.

Being 6' 4" I've always had a tendency to bang my head on a wide variety of low (to me anyway) things. I'm usually aware of the usual hazards like doors (I can just pass through a normal sized doorway without hitting my head) and shop sun awnings and take care to duck or to avoid them altogether. However I've also banged my haed on some things that do not normally feature in my list "of things to avoid" like the concrete bus shelter that had a roof that was lower than usual, and then when I was on holiday in Egypt, I managed to rather spectacularly bash my head on the top of the door leading on to the Nile cruise boat. I hit it hard enough to knock me on my back. I'd already safely passed through the same door on my way out, but there must have just been only a little bit of clearance and when I was coming back, I must have risen up somehow just far enough to hit the top of the door. None of this seems to have resulted in any damage which might mean that I've got a particularly thick skull, or there's nothing in there to damage!

I lay down one evening some time back and was sleeping quite nicely when a box fell on my head. !!! Understandably, I woke up and turned on the light and looked for this mysterious box. There was no box. There was NOTHING! I would've SWORN the edge of a box landed on my head! I got up and when into the roomie's room, where she was talking to the other roomie, who hadn't been with us long at that point. "What's wrong" the roomie asked, because they knew I had been not feeling well, which was why I had been laying down in the first place. "I had a box land on my head," I replied, still rubbing the spot that was about 6 inches long and maybe an inch wide. "Box?" she asked. The other roommate went in to see the box. "There wasn't a box," I told them, "but I thought it was a box." A few months later I was in bed, but not sleeping when Sassy fell off the top of the bookcases by my bed. She missed me by about an inch... Later still, I was sleeping and had another cat land on me in the night, and after that Rygel fell off, narrowly missing me. I think I discovered the "box". I'm guessing that it was the back leg of a cat falling off the bookcase. Oh, and last fall, I rearranged the room so they can't get up there anymore!!! Now I have my large stuffed animals up there. I've seen Rygel jump from the bed up there, but he is the ONLY one who can do it, and he's one of our few GOOD cats!

If you have the taste of copper in your mouth, then you have a concussion. Hope you don't, and hope the stars stop spinning round your head soon.

The second one really hurts. There are times like that when I hit my head on something that is literally blocking my hear away. It's weird because there are times that I have to even check twice in order not to get hit again! These are just normal things in life that comes up in a normal day so that it could make our days extraordinary.