Um, so, remember my concussion friend?

Yep, so, we were rough housing last night, and he threw me over his shoulder and ran me down the hall. Naturally, I'm fighting him because I don't want to be up on his shoulder, I'm...afraid of...heights. Anyway, I didn't want to get picked up. So I was fighting him, "Put me down, please!" The whole nine yards.

So he does. He starts turning while he does it to get some momentum, I guess, and pulls me down while he does and SLAM!!! My head met one of the door frames. The halls are not very wide in the dorms. So I get to the ground, and I kind of collapse. Holding my hand to the back of my head, I lay there on the ground, crying and laughing at the same time. I mean, honestly, how often do I need to get hurt in the course of a school year?

Anyway, he asks me, "Can you stand, I'm so sorry...etc etc"

I say, "Yeah, of course." I pulled my hand away from my head and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a handful of bright, shiny, wet blood, oh dear!

So we both start freaking out, I wasn't cuncussioned, (new word ) but it hurt like the dickens.

Of course, all of my friends start freaking out, "Do we need to take you to the hospital?"

"No, I don't have the money for the co-pay."

Nasty brown paper towels and some ice were applied for the next two hours, then-get this-another friend gets some gauze and we place it on the back of my head, wrap a bandanna around my poor little noggen, and I go to sleep.

My head hurts.
I need to stop playing with this kid. He's dangerous.

I'll see about some pictures of my head, it's pretty gross.