Turns out I didn't know who Hugh Laurie was when I first started watching Spooks.

That's unpossible!

The length of my Hugh Laurie crush is right up there with the length of my Gary Oldman crush, and both of them were still in their 20s when said crushage began.

If you look in the old Spoiler thread archives, you can see me being almost tempted to watch some new medical show Scrappy was mentioning was going to start up, despite my medical show hate-on, just because of Hugh Laurie.

Note for posterity: I didn't, in fact, start watching House. My love for Hugh Laurie does not outweigh my hatred for medical dramas. It was, however, a near thing.

(Apparently, I may have a type for guys, and that type is slightly weird looking Englishmen.)

Continued ~ma, ita. I'm glad it's just one mass.

Fuuuuuck. I just fell getting out of the hot tub here in the house on top of a mountain in the middle of bloody nowhere, France (make no mistake, awesome middle of bloody nowhere) on a Friday night, hitting my head on the rocks, and I have a big lump on the back of my head, which is bleeding. I'm nauseated, massive headache (naturally), the works. But after icing it for a while, the swelling has gone way down, the bleeding has almost stopped, and I'm almost sure I'm not going to vomit. I've taken my seizure meds, and as a veteran of several concussions, I've felt way worse in the past. I'm lucid (obviously) and aside from feeling like crap and wanting to cry, I don't think I need to make my friends take me down the mountain and into rural France in search of a hospital on a Friday night.

...right?

Yeah, it's weird, but I really think my first exposure to Hugh Laurie was House, which I didn't watch, but people were talking about how great he was in general, and, well, there you go. I have strange gaps in my development.

...right?

Well... I get where you're coming from, but I disagree. I'm so sorry you fell; that sucks. But you can never tell with a head injury, right?

In theory, yes. In practice, I've had a bunch of them, thanks to my epilepsy, and this doesn't feel AS bad as many I've had. (I realize that sounds kinda ridic, but.) Also, we are seriously in the middle of nowhere up here. It's the worst possible place at the worst possible time.

NATURALLY.

I mean, I could have hit my head alone, in the desert, but this is pretty damn inconvenient. And if I have a seizure or start vomiting or feel out of it or anything, we'll totally go.

I guess I have learned from my grandmother's (BAD) example, but.... what could they do for you at a hospital at this point? If nothing substantial, I wouldn't go.

Promise? Pinky swear? Even a twitch and you find a doctor (or get someone to find one for you)? And you'll check in here again tomorrow? Please?

I had a whole Hugh Laurie post ready to go, but he seems mighty trivial compared to middle-of-nowhere head injuries.

True, you do have a track record, and I am not a doctor, and you are not alone. Either way, I hope it feels better soon and gives you no more trouble.

Pinky swear. My friends are taking very good care of me, including Calli, so I'm in Buffista hands.

Jesse, IME, they would do a C-T scan, and send me home. I don't think I need a scan, especially since, at least so far, this wouldn't even rate in my top five worst head injuries.

Amyth, you know you, and you know your head. And you're not alone.

I'm good for about a week on the car issue, so that's some breathing room. I just can't foresee having a clear head in that time. Ack. I mean, I need to get the cheque from Geico, clear the car out, find a mechanic, find a car, ack ack ack panic ack.

I talked in my sleep last night. It was really weird, because I could feel myself in this liminal space, and I could tell that I was actually sounding out the words in my dreams. Initially I was reluctant to voice them, but then I just gave in and talked. Strangest lucid dreams I've ever had.