It's weird--my mother had a run of fainting recently, and they focussed their investigations on her GI tract. They always went neurological/vascular when investigating mine. Primarily neurological for my father.
I, of course, got them all the time. Most notably resulting in a several-month-long concussion, and also another one that split my face open. There are two areas in my apartment that I always seem to be able to get to and
then
feel woozy. I now have a practice of holding onto the walls/furniture around those areas, no matter how I feel, and it's served me well, because it's somehow easier to remember than getting up slowly. How am I supposed to slowly remember something's burning in the oven, or that I need to get the phone before voicemail comes on?
And I moved the sharp-edged furniture (I cracked the back of my head and my face on the same bedside table) out of the danger zone.
I kinda like your heads in one piece each.
Now pausing to consider a mashup of many buffista heads, however, and it's kinda fun. Creepy, but fun.
On an entirely different topic: My fiancee's father just agreed to come to our wedding.
Seska, that is beautiful news. May that trickle lead to a flow. Congratulations.
All this concussion takes makes me wonder if a movie/TV show has ever gotten being knocked unconscious right.
The only thing I know about television concussions is that whatever weird thing you do after getting smacked on the noggin (usually amnesia, but sometimes an accent or thinking you're Mr. Howell, occasionally blindness) gets
un
done when you get whapped again -- often in comically similar circumstances.
I woke someone up every two hours after she got kicked in the head by a stage diver. Poor bunny.
May that trickle lead to a flow.
I think this signifies definite opening of flood gates.
Great news, Seska!
{{Anne}}
I finished 102 job applications.
Hil, I am so in awe of your job-application-fu.
Once I got everything organized, it was much easier. The annoying ones that I finished up today were the ones where I need to submit all the application materials through the school's website, which means I have to retype all my info for each one.
I think this signifies definite opening of flood gates.
I'm tearing up for you at the thought. Truly. So much of the time love gets the better of people.
Yay Seska!
The only thing I know about television concussions is that whatever weird thing you do after getting smacked on the noggin (usually amnesia, but sometimes an accent or thinking you're Mr. Howell, occasionally blindness) gets un done when you get whapped again -- often in comically similar circumstances.
Or thinking you're a high schooler again, a la Twin Peaks.
