Ran a brush right through this mess of staples....
forgot it was there....
I suddenly remembered!
"It don't seem the same since Cosmic Light
came into my life and I thought it was Divine..."
Rocky Horror Picture Show - of course
The double black and blue eyes -
Rose tint my world -
Keep me safe from the trouble and pain!
Thanks, new friends - and old friends -
for your kind words about my injury.
As I said in the comments earlier....
Some of this happened when I fell backwards
in a chair and knocked myself out.
As nearly accurate as we could reconstruct the "crime" scene!
That's when I cut my head!
(At least I didn't break the chair!)
The rest of it
(And believe me, there is more)
happened when my friend tried to carry me
down the stairs to the truck!
The neighbors saw him carrying me and dragging me
and called 911.
All when I was knocked out.
Blood everywhere. Blood splatter trails on cement.
So I crossed "social drinking" off my list for good.
My boss - I told her all about it -
said I might have fallen backwards whether I had
a couple of (very strong!) drinks or not.
I was still pretty sore from starting CrossFit.
Either way, it didn't help my recovery time,
That much is for sure!
I'm not a drinker.... never touched the stuff.
All those years of being heavy -
It took more alcohol than it was worth!
But now that I've lost weight,
A couple of ounces does the trick.
For the past few months I have enjoyed
A little drink here and there...
But no more.
Not worth the abuse!
I know plenty of people who
have trouble quitting drinking
despite horrible consequences!
Much worse than a bump on the head.
We all know people who have lost everything
and more to it. And still won't quit.
Health, money, family, friends....
Then there are people who have a one drink limit
and that works for them - that's great!
Maybe some people substitute
drinking for food, once they lose the weight.
Or something else.
Even so-called "good" behaviors can be exploited.
Too much working out. Too much of anything!
It's easy enough to get lost in the smoke and mirrors.
I talked at length with a friend today (Yay, Skype!)
And he said to take time off and watch a movie.
I ♥ Huckabees was what he suggested.
Which I could not find. But will.
I do need to get out and make some new friends.
That's a fact.
I woke up the other day in a perfect mood.
The morning after this happened, I was giggling.
Nothing in the world can bother me.
Like these bumps on the head
changed me - like on Gilligans' Island
or some other silly thing. When they knock someone out.
And they wake up "different." I cooked and ate and slept...
Made plans, did some thinking. I have no hard feelings
toward the guy who tried to help me - he's all banged up, too -
or toward myself, or anyone else in the world.
Only good. We all do the best we can.
The intention of all behaviour is positive, they say.
This is the Universe giving me a gift.
And when it hits you on top of the head,
It's good to pay attention!
I have been back to work, (short day)
but now with the two black eyes,
a couple of mega-sized bruises,
and maybe a broken/bruised rib or two!
(injuries are sometimes worse on the 3rd day)
I thought I had better not show up
looking like a Zombie in real life!
Hope your day is great -
Mine really is!