soulclapping

So I was running late last night about 10pm. I made it about 5 blocks...........SCENE MISSING.............and then I am bloody, mumbling, torn the eff up and messed up in my head. I somehow made it home, I still hadn't fully come to, but I was aware.

So my roommate takes me to the hospital...apparently, since I don't actually remember the drive over....he gets my wallet, does my insurance.....and then I get looked at, feeling at the very least, lucid now.

I get my cuts and bruises fixed up, get some stitches for my head, get cleaned up, and then get a few xrays and a ct scan.

I spend the night in the hospital, wake up....get more tests: EEG, ECG, EKG, tests to see if I had a stroke and then anything else they can think of.

Here's what seems to be the final conclusion: I likely did not have a seizure, since a) I didn't bite my tongue, b) I don't have any history, and c) didn't piss myself.

Most likely I fell on loose gravel, smashed my head, jaw, and cut open my eye and just got generally beat up.

Sub-dural hematoma and concussion and brain hemorrhages for the win!

I have to spend another night in the hospital....I just ate a veggie burger....I have wireless and books....and well, it could be worse.

I have spent most of my energy today convincing my mom she didn't need to drive up here.