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Or rather a ceiling fan hit me in the head. Hard, it was up full.
9 hours later the fucker's still bleeding.
this probably wouldn't have happened, huh.
But it was an a head addled by concussion, because I could no doubt have done the same in a half-asleep state in July.
sounds like it was a really big knock
I can think of no greater waste of a sickie then to spend a frustrating day waiting in casualty with a bunch of drunks/junkies/sick people.
Thanks for the concern, of course. But not nauseous, sleepy, or any more dazed and confused than usual. Just a wound that won't stop bleeding (only a trickle though) and a bit of a headache.
Id still go if i were you. esp after a big knock to the head.
In saying this, i avoid the hospital like the plague, ive had a stone in my ear for two weeks. Plus various other things i should be going about. So, i can see why you wont.
the fan is always there, you hit your head on it because you're a bit simple... swallow your pride and get it checked before the rest of your brain leaks out or something.
Who annoyed Mrs M because he's a fat greedy bastard and he knows if he scratches fuck out of her she'll make me feed him, who then woke me up (sleeping with a child in a bunk bed), and in my half asleep state I completely forgot about the fan (which is unfortunately right near the ladder).
The worst of it all is now I'm going to have to move a fucking bunk bed, because Mrs M will fear it happening to the child now (even though he's four feet shorter than me), and that is going to involve moving a big arse wall unit, that's screwed to the wall. God, just the thought of all the spack filling, and redrilling holes and shit is making me tired.
Maybe I do need to see a doctor.