I ran into a door today. It’s somewhere between my first and third concussion. I’m not sure where it lands, but I am almost positive this was a concussion.

I was walking to meet up with my coworker. I was outside, in the beautiful 70 degree weather of Anaheim. Legs moved swiftly as I tried to beat him to the place I claimed to already be at. To the right were tinted windows, so I could see nothing beyond. I’m not sure if I was checking my phone, if I was just really set on getting there quickly, or what happened.

What I remember was, “THWACK!” The right side of my face, over my eye, met with the edge of a metal door some very tall black man opened. He apologized profusely. Being a man, I just said, “No it’s okay. I’m okay. We’re all good.” I hastily moved on as if nothing happened.

I try to remember as many details from the moment as possible as if that will dissuade me that a concussion happened. But as soon as I hit, I could feel this pain inside me, this jarring. The world went gray and my mind instantly fogged up. I kept walking, but it was hard to focus. By the time I met my colleague, I was okay, mostly shaking off the jarring moment.

My eye hurt, the bump hurt, but I was okay. Until two hours later. I was just getting done working a booth at the trade show, looked down at a text, and suddenly my head hurt, my eyes saw stars, and I felt sick. It wasn’t anything I could peg down, it wasn’t a desire to vomit type of sick. Everything felt wrong, but head was swimming, and I needed air. I needed to sit down.

For the next half hour I simply felt wrong, my mind couldn’t adjust, there was no focus. The rest of the show, I just tried to find a comfortable place to bunker down and wait out the discomfort.

I’m feeling mostly better now. The bump is there and tender. My eye still hurts a little from some strange pressure I don’t understand. It was definitely an experience. Fortunately, the bump isn’t immensely obvious. I was sort of surprise it didn’t become a massive welt.


  1. Document it! Hang on to it for future reference, when one of your characters gets bonked in the head with the handle of a sword… though who would be holding the business end of a sword I have no idea.
    Never mind. πŸ˜›
    Oh, by the way, it’s me, Linda. This is my new pseudonym and that in the picture is one of my tattoos. Like it?

      1. Well, my dear, if you’d read my last couple of blog posts… πŸ˜‰
        Just looking for a place to spew expletives I suppose. πŸ˜› Thanks for the compliment. πŸ˜€

      2. I’ve been looking at palm trees…. I’ll make sure to post more pictures πŸ˜› Ahem, what I really mean is sorry. Life’s taking a lot of twists and turns >.< Good ones, but ones nonetheless.

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