Concussion Much????

So lately I have been having these really bad headaches. I have decided that my numerous head injuries are finally catching up to me. Lets start from the beginning.......




When I was about four or five (mom says 2 1/2 maybe 3), My brother and I ran into each other when we both were running full speed in the basement. His tooth got stuck in my forehead. There was a lot of blood, and it hurt, but not too terribly bad. I have a scar that you can barely see to this day.



When I was about eight years old (mom says 5) my mom told me and my brothers that we had to go pull weeds in the garden. I decided that it would be a good idea to chop these weeds down with a meat cleaver while mom was at work. We did not have a very responsible baby sitter, obviously. So as I was chopping the weeds, I cam across this really strong overgrown bush. It was shaped like a rainbow. Somehow there was a root on each side and I could not pull it. So I got my handy dandy meat cleaver and proceeded to chop at this huge monster. I eventually thought it would be a good idea to take the cleaver and chop away at the rainbow of weed, by going underneath it and swinging the blade upward toward my face. Well, guess what happened when the weed gave way? You are correct, I hit myself in the head with a meat cleaver. I have a very tiny scar from this as well. There was blood and it hurt, but in the end I had what looked like a scratch on my forehead.



When I was Ten, I was running through the apartment complex where my family lived. In the middle of this complex, there were huge metal clothes lines. I never saw clothes on them. They were rusted and the paint was chipping off of them. Mostly we just tried to hang off of them and not make them tip over. So anyway, one day I was running around them with my brothers. I was not paying attention to what I was doing so I ran right into one. There just so happened to be a screw sticking out of the metal. The screw jammed tight in between my eyes and the blood was out of control. I mean I would have never believed blood could literally squirt out of a person if I hadn't seen it for myself. My mom saw it and freaked out. She made me put a towel on my head and kept screaming "apply pressure Nichole, Apply Pressure," She then tried to squeeze my head so hard I thought it was going to pop off. SO I was rushed to the hospital for the first time I could ever remember. When the nurses and Dr saw me they rushed me right in. The Dr took the towel off my head, and pushed his thumb on the wound and miraculously it stopped bleeding. Mom found this hilarious and laughed because he barely touched me and it stopped. So after cleaning up the blood we discovered that all of this blood came from a hole so tiny you could barely see it. Now I am not going to lie, this wound didn't hurt until the next day. I remember having a headache and not even being able to look at the light.



When I was about 13 I was riding in a car with my best friend Margot, and her mom. It was Superbowl Sunday and it was snowing. In Colorado people drive even during blizzards so we probably shouldn't have been on the road, but we were. So anyway, the car in front of us started spinning out of control and it hit us, and then we started spinning and we went of the road and almost hit some electrical towers. It was scary, but we were all OK. I don't remember hitting my head. I remember being very shook up and scared, but I do not remember hitting my head. The EMTs came to the scene and asked us if we were OK. I was fine. So I went home. During the Super Bowl game my head started to hurt. It got so bad I ended up throwing up like four times and I couldn't even open my eyes. I then realized that I did hit my head. I was in the back seat and was laying my head on the window when we started spinning. My head bounced off the window. I have no idea why I didn't remember hitting my head at first. Maybe I was in shock. Years later I figured out maybe I had a concussion.....



So when I worked at Circuit City(R.I.P.) I was counting money one day and I hit my head on the safe door. You know those big huge vault type safes? The ones that are made of concrete and steel? Anyone who has ever worked with one of those two ton monsters can only imagine what that felt like. I had a headache for three days from that incident.



When I quit Circuit City I had a going away shin dig and I was VERY very VERY intoxicated. I went home and fell off my bed and hit my head on the corner of my night stand. I had a black eye and it looked like my eye was bleeding for about a week. It sucked that I had to start my new job with a black eye, but I bet no one even remembers.



My toilet seat broke and I needed a new one. I went to the ol' wal marts (yes I said it this way on purpose) and I bought a new seat. I got home and thought I could put it on myself. So I went into the bathroom and tried taking the old one off. That thing refused to come off. I was pushing and pulling and the one side just wouldn't come undone. So I decided (against my better judgement) to get a hammer. I figured I could just whack the little plastic piece and it would come off. So at this point I was very frustrated. I was sweating profusely. I stripped down to my underwear and bra. I bent down and I lifted the lid and I was going to take one final swing at that damn toilet seat, I got ready and swung.......... You see somehow, and don't ask me how because I don't know, but somehow, that hammer came toward my face. So I had to move my head out of the way. When I moved my head out of the way of the hammer, my head hit the wall. Man oh man did that hurt. At that point I had a mental break down and just got in the shower and ran ice cold water. It was a horrible time. My head had a bump on it for awhile and I had a head ache for a few days. I did learn three very important lessons from this incident though.

1.toilet seats do not come off with hammers, and hammers are not supposed to come towards your face



2.It is really hot in the bathroom and apparently toilet seats do not come off just because your clothes do



3.toilets cause me to have concussions, nervous break downs and hot flashes.......so no more handy work for the bean



So now I work at a particular Grocery store which shall remain nameless. I work in the office and we have a huge safe similar to the one the I had at Circuit City. I have not hit my head on this safe yet. I am super careful around that death trap. I do, however, on a weekly basis hit my head on the shelf that sits above the computer I work at. I wonder if there is anyway to move that computer. Wishful thinking.



So last week I was putting dishes away. I always leave the cupboard doors open, because I am short, I have that luxury. I have never needed to "watch out". Or so I thought. So last week, I hit my head. It hurt like hell. It still hurts when I touch the spot that had a bump.



The next day when Dave was putting away the dishes he hit me in the head with one of the drawers that pulls out of the dishwasher. Don't ask. It happened and that's all you need to know. It was a complete accident on his part, but still. I cant believe I am no longer allowed to put away dishes.

The Previous stories were written over a year ago. Never fear, I have hit my head again. This time I managed to give myself a concussion while I was sleeping. I know what you are saying, "how in the...???". Well, when you have the "Niki Factor" following you around, it is easy.

So I was sound asleep, which is a rarity, and somehow my pillow ended up on the wrong end of the bed. I don't know exactly what happened except that I tried to lay down and the back of my head ended up hitting the headboard instead of the pillow. I must have passed out after this cause when I woke up my head hurt really really bad and I felt like I was going to puke. Yeah, I am pretty sure I should not get anymore concussions.....I should have retired a long time ago like Troy Aikmen.



So now I think that all of these head injuries are coming back t haunt me. Well that and all the stress I go through on a daily basis from dealing with a bunch of smelly, mo mo customers. I do actually feel better now since I have rambled on for like two hours. OK time for another lavender bath and maybe some tea.