I had
a scare Sunday night, but I'm ok now. I had no intention of blogging
about it but when I emailed this description to Carole, she said I had
done all the right things and should put it in my blog to remind other
people of what you should do. So.
The
book said I should be checked every few hours for signs of concussion.
Jean checked my pupils then, and offered me a bed at her house for the
night, but I set it up the same way I had last time I thought I might
have a concussion (Claudia was also out of town then, and I set it up
with Carole). So Jean and I set our alarms for 1 o'clock and if I didn't
call, she could assume I needed help. After I got home I knew my brain
was working ok when I realized that Jean should have a key to my house
in case she had to come in and rouse me.
Then
I couldn't get to sleep, so I finished reading the book-group book
(rare for me not to finish before the meeting) and called her at one. I
felt fine, so told her we could skip the next check. The checking is
supposed to go on for 24 hours, but all I did was to refrain from
driving till a four o’clock appointment, 18 hours, close enough. The
dent is still a dent, so icing it right away and again when I got home
kept me from getting a lump. It's still a little red; I was afraid it
would be big and purple.
The book, by the way, was terrific. A Plague of Doves, by Louise Erdrich.
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