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CONCUSSED!

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A few days ago, I forget how long now (see title of post) I was awakened at five in the morning, pretty sure I’d been shot in the leg.

Which would be absurd because I’m not important enough to be the first assassination on somebody’s morning schedule.

I woke up in horrible pain, wondering what the hell happened. My first thought was maybe our ceiling fan fell, or that raccoon that’s always on the roof found a soft spot and crashed through. I groped my way to the end of the bed in the dark, confused, wondering if I was about to be attacked by a similarly confused raccoon. And just as I was leaning over, my forehead and orbital bone met the skull of a pit bull in full zoomies.

Zoomies, if you have never owned a dog, is a phenomenon that occurs when a dog rids itself of extraneous energy by running at full speed with no regard for its own safety or the safety of the people who are just trying to sleep because it’s five in the ding dang morning. Pit bulls run around 20-25mph and their heads are like basketballs made of concrete.

Reader, I saw stars. Within a few hours, it was clear that I had a concussion.

The thing is, this is my third concussion, the second in five years. Every progressive concussion is worse than the last, which I had heard before, but since my first concussion happened when I was fifteen or something, so when I got my second one, I had forgotten what the first one was like. Now, having them back to back, I have a comparison.

PROTECT YOUR HEADS.

Not that I think my Trout Nation friends aren’t smart enough to not split their melons. It’s taken me about three hours to get to this point in this post. I can only think for about twenty minutes at a time before I get intensely car sick. This includes watching movies, reading a book, having a conversation, basically anything other than just staring off into space.

CONCUSSIONS ARE BORING AS FUCK.

So, in summation: pit bulls aren’t dangerous because they’ll attack you, they’re dangerous because they pick ridiculous times to do goofy things, concussions are boring, and wear a helmet even when you’re sleeping because you don’t know when a raccoon is gonna crash through your ceiling.

It happens. I’m waiting.

Wear a helmet.

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7 Comments

  1. Rebecca
    Rebecca

    Oh for fucks sake, Jenny. What a hilarious way to obtain a not hilarious injury. All the healing thoughts to you!

    August 10, 2021
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  2. Yikes! I’m so sorry to hear that. Did you ever find out what happened to your leg?

    August 10, 2021
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    • W1ldflower
      W1ldflower

      Yes! What about the leg? I was wondering too. Clearly the most important part of the story!

      August 10, 2021
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  3. Terri
    Terri

    I hope you recover swiftly. BTW, does the dog have a concussion,too?

    August 10, 2021
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  4. Amy Too
    Amy Too

    Was the dog running *on* your bed? Is that what hit your leg?

    August 11, 2021
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  5. Dang and I thought my in-laws’ Dalmatian breaking my nose was bad.

    August 12, 2021
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  6. Gen
    Gen

    Wait, what was wrong with your leg???

    (Also, you’d be surprised – I’ve cracked my noggin several times. No dogs were involved, but kittens? Oh yes. Those things are a menace!)

    August 18, 2021
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