My concussion. And how I shouldn't be allowed in public because I am a dumbass.

Good look for me? 

Sometimes I wonder why I am allowed out in public without being completely wrapped in bubble wrap and/or protective head and eye gear. I tend to do the impossible; injure myself when no one is around and there really wasn't any reason WHY I should have injured myself. 

It's like Super Woman without all that super shit. 

A couple of weeks ago I was experimenting with my hair. I tend to pull it back in a bun. Every. Single. Fucking. Day. I lack effort in the morning. Sue me. So on this particular day I decided I would try taming my long locks into some loose curls. Truthfully, it looked fucking awesome. This is foreshadowing.

Tip: Check the weather before you decided to do something cool with your hair. 

I have a carport, so getting to the driver's door on my SUV causes me no problems when it's raining. Unfortunately, it DOES cause me problems when I drop my son off at daycare. They don't have one. I managed to get the little man indoors without too much trouble (ie: rained on), but it was the mad dash back to the truck that caused me problems. Because when your hair looks fucking awesome, you run in the rain to save it. It made sense at the time. 

Tip: When opening your vehicles door, keep your head up. 

I ran. I opened the door quickly. And I knocked myself out. You can't make this shit up, people. 

The weird part (as if anything could be any weirder than this), my first thought when I came too, seconds later, was "Who the fuck opens their door with that much power?!". Me, Apparently. 

No joke people. I slammed that door square into my forehead so hard that I knocked myself out. I KNOCKED MYSELF OUT. I can't even type that sentence without shaking my silly head in disbelief. The head that I hit. 

It's been weeks people, WEEKS. And I still have a soft spot dead centre on my forehead. 

Who thinks bubble wrap is a good call?