So I couldn't write yesterday because you would have thought I was having my 4 year old daughter write the post. I was totally out of it so my parents picked up the kids and I made an afternoon pit-stop to the ER. Yes, the ER. Now I wish I could tell you that I fell off my bike during this crazy ride, or maybe I was swimming so fast that I swam into a boulder, or something else that is more on the lines of exciting and dangerous. That is not the case.
On Tuesday when I was playing with the kids I was throwing a bag into the carport. I had opened the gate to the carport and was standing in between. I kind of hip thrusted the door open and didn't realize the swing it was going to have coming back. The black gate latched slammed right into my left temple so hard that it knocked me to the ground. My daughter came running and I just sat there on my knees until I could see straight. We checked if it was bleeding and then I just tried to rub it out. The spot where I was hit started to throb but I really didn't think much of it and went on with the day.
I cleaned, cooked dinner and even tried a yoga class. During dinner I wasn't too hungry just felt weird. I thought maybe I was a little thirsty and tried to rehydrate before yoga. I went to yoga and couldn't make it through the class which has never happened. I had to lay there because it is a big no-no to leave a hot yoga class and the guy teaching it is NUTSO. Again, I thought I was just a little dehydrated and that I'll lay here, go home, go to sleep and take a full rest day tomorrow. I got in the car to leave and knew something was wrong because I felt so weird..plus I didn't stop to get my usual Red Mango yogurt. I went home and just laid down feeling not so good and realizing my head is starting to really hurt now...not just in the one spot. That's when I remembered that I got hit in the head. I didn't think much of it...just went to sleep.
Long story short, I woke the next day and was in a friggin ridiculous fog. I couldn't really think without it hurting. I was not myself. Lethargic, headache, foggy, and very, very nauseus. My dad pretty much said if you don't go get checked out by the doctor you are not doing the Tri. Threatening is pretty much the only thing that works with me... So I called the doctor. Apperently they will not see anyone that has "concussion like symptoms because of the accident that Natasha Richardson had"...way to scare the crap out of someone lady. She tells me that I should go to the ER and that I needed to tell her which one. Wonderful. My favorite place. The germy, disgusting ER.
I went to Mather. I explained what happened and that I really didn't want to be there. She did a few tests and then said she didn't think "there was any bleeding" and that she didn't want to do a CAT scan because its equivalent to 100 chest xrays...blah blah..something like that. Long story short. I am home, she diagnosed it as a concussion, and my parents took the kids for the night and day so I could rest. Scott asked me a zillion silly questions yesterday to make sure I wasn't losing my memory... to be honest I'm not sure I could answer on a normal day...lol. I am still not 100%. My eyes feel weird...like they are not exactly listening to the direction I want them to go. My head is still throbbing where I was hit and I can't really touch it. Today I'm just going to lounge by the pool and try to relax and not think about trying to do anything to prep for this race. IF, I still feel this way on Sunday I am going to be forced to make a choice. I obviously don't want to put myself in danger. I have come up with a decision if I can't race....it has to do with not losing my spot, cheering and giving someone my number. To that someone...don't start getting all crazy on me...I will decide Saturday night.
So here's another picture of me sleeping on a RUNNING blog ....I gotta get myself together ! lmao!
|sleeping after ridding myself of all germs from the ER!|