Scrambled Brains

How’s that for an eye catching title?

While I have your attention, I’d like to introduce you to a new term for your vocabulary.

Impism.

An Impism is an occurrence that happens only with the presence of Murphy (from Murphy’s Law infamy), and usually, but not always, includes some sort of physical injury.

And, generally speaking, is one of those things that, when the story is shared with others, they exclaim, “That could ONLY happen to YOU!”

Indeed.

So. Had myself quite the Impism occur yesterday.

I stepped outside on to the back porch. There’s a small bit of roof there, and I walked out from underneath that to chat with Wolf, who was shovelling snow.

Then, there was a sound.

*Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssshhhhh*

Before I even processed that, another event occurred.

*THWACK!*


The porch roof vomited snow and ice all over my head.

I saw stars, clutched the top of my head, and commenced making a noise that I honestly can’t describe, because I only dimly remember it.

Tazzie, and Wolf, thinking my reaction was solely due to getting pummeled with snow, and likely had it all down my neck and back, were amused. Tazzie was giggling.

Until they saw the blood.

See, in our house, “Is there blood? Are you on fire?” is a pretty common question. My kids are loud, and tend towards the dramatic, so it’s not an illogical thing to be asking.

So, back to the blood. Tazzie starts to panic, because this isn’t funny anymore. Wolf is a bit panicked, because he can’t immediately tell if I’ve sliced my face up, or if it’s all coming from the top of my head, or what. By this time, I’m calm and start handing out directions.

Start getting woozy and nauseated, so, off to get checked out. I know head wounds bleed like stink, without actually being indicative of anything, but better to check things out. As I said to Wolf, at least I wasn’t wearing my fuzzy, hot pink, moose print, footie jammies with the butt flap.

End result: don’t need stitches, which surprised everyone, including the Dr and nurse, have a concussion, and go home and rest. I have a considerable goose egg happening, neck is stiffer than all holy heck, and gobbling Tylenol.

Oh, and Wolf says I’m not allowed out again until Spring.

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Scrambled Brains — 33 Comments

  1. Now that's a story! I think it was probably funnier now than then, right? Good news, though, you're not allowed out again until Spring. I'm going to have to take the time to read more of your posts. I like you're writing style.

    Thanks for participating in the boost challenge. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am. I'm looking forward to more of your posts.

    Julie
    I Create Purty Thangs

  2. Wow, that is scary, You gave me a laugh with the vocab word, but what a twist to the story. Sheesh! I would freak out too. Blood coming out of the head is no laughing matter.

    So glad you are okay. Hope you are resting in the dark.

    Thank you so much for participating in the 100 day blog challenge!

    Yikes!

  3. I am sure this was not funny at the time but it made me laugh. First, the are you bleeding, are you on fire, are you in danger of dying, type questions are asked at our house often with 6 children, 4 of whom are boys (and one of the boys is my “drama queen : ) So I identify. The the description of the p.j.'s you fortunately weren't wearing was hysterical. I am glad you are okay. I would be very happy not to go out again until Spring…but then again I am very much a homebody. Thanks for sharing your story.

    Valentine's Day: A Change in Perspective

  4. I actually *love* those jammies. The best thing ever when you're sick, and squashy and comfy all other times. Wolf claims it's like having a stuffie wandering around the house…I think I need more pairs!

  5. Oh no, I hope you are feeling okay, I have watched the huge chunks of snow fall from our roof via the kitchen window and when I went out today I made sure I walked a far distance from the side of the house because my luck is not so good and I know if the snow hit me I would fall and break an arm or something. Get your rest and feel better! Visiting from BYB

  6. Oh, wow! I'm glad it wasn't more serious. Although concussions are pretty serious, so please take it easy. My son got a concussion a couple of years ago during a soccer game, and he was “out of it” for a few weeks. Now you have an excuse not to shovel snow, though. LOL

    Stopping by and following via Bloglovin from BYB.

  7. Actually, due to a work injury, I'm basically one armed, so snow shovelling isn't ever my job, LOL! I'm def more tired than normal, but other than that, seem to be reasonably ok.

    Thanks for stopping by!

  8. Oh my! I'm so sorry that happened to you, but what a great story! I have to admit that it's the sort of thing that would happen to me. I once had my parents' mantle come loose from the wall onto my head dropping an extremely heavy, and just as old, cuckoo clock right on my noggin. Nice. My parents were more concerned about the clock than me I think.
    Personally, I think it sounds like a good excuse to stay in until spring!!
    #BB100

  9. Oh, my goodness! That is quite an adventure you had!! I'm so glad you didn't need stitches and I'm SO sorry about your concussion. We live in NC and had quite a bit more snow than usual last week, and the kids have taken some spills, but nothing like all that ice falling on your poor head!

  10. Glad to read it wasn't too serious! Sounds like a nasty ordeal. I get hurt all the time through my pure dumb clumsiness, not so much by random ice and snow falling. Hope you're feeling better!

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