Bonk on the Head

I recently added yet another concussion to my collection of head injuries. I was opening up a chain operated roll-up industrial garage door when it reversed on me while I was under it. I made the mistake of looking up at the noise it made upon its sudden reversal. The door bonked me on the forehead, knocking me to my knees and causing me to see stars. I waited to see the rotating cuckoo bird but I don’t think the bonk was hard enough. However, it did take a dime-sized chunk out of my forehead and left me bleeding. My assistant, Cherie, helped me with the wound cleanage and bandaging. After the first aid treatment I returned to the garage door and found the missing chunk still hanging from the edge of the door. I wrapped it in clean paper and put it in my pocket (don’t ask me why, I had a concussion). After convincing my coworkers I was fine and capable of driving myself to the emergency room, I headed down the freeway to our local Kaiser Permanente health farm. Just before I found a parking place I hit something with the car. I think it was a low curb. It made a lot of noise from underneath the car but I discovered the noise went away if I stopped moving. So I did. I’m not as think as you dumb I am, am I? I waited two and a half hours to be seen. After that long wait they gave me a Band-Aid and a tetanus shot and told me I had a concussion. Glad I waited. My daughters discovered I was in the emergency room and came to keep me from driving home. My daughters are very safe drivers so I let them care for me. They also tricked me into giving them my keys. Wasn’t too hard since I had a concussion.

My worst concussion happened when I was a maintenance man at camp. Deano and I were taking down some barriers inside of cabins when one let loose on me from high up and bonked me on the head while I was kneeling on the floor. I saw stars on that one too. The rest is foggy. Dean tells me that he told me to go see the nurse. All I remember is that when my memory returned, I was in my dorm bed clutching a paint pan and some other nonsense object. Not sure how or where I got the paint pan or the other thing I can’t remember. Maybe Deano can leave a comment. He can make stuff up because I don’t remember anything about my journey from the cabin to my bed. The moral of these stories is, “Always wear a full-face helmet.”