On Thursday morning, having searched for something in a kitchen cupboard and not finding it, I looked in the fridge. Why didn’t I shut the cupboard door first? I got up and hit my head on the sharp lip used for opening it. Ouch, it hurt then and is still very tender now. It felt like it was bleeding but wasn’t.
I was fine on the rest of Thursday and Friday until 5.30pm when I got one of those sun/bright spots in my eye that distorts the vision and it wouldn’t clear for about an hour. I carried on getting our evening meal as usual. Just as I finished my meal the phone rang, I answered as Dave was still eating. I took a message for him and buy the time I got back in the room with Dave I couldn’t remember what the message was, I had a real struggle to remember. That frightened me. So I thought I’d sit quiet and read the paper. Well I could see the printed words but could make no sense of them, it was taking a long time for me to ‘read’ them.
Dave asked if I had a headache, no I didn’t. He made me a cup of tea and went to his office. I was rudely awoken by me pouring my tea in my lap. Panic starts to set in now.
The headache came just before going to bed and I woke with it this morning. I took painkillers and went to get my hair trimmed and to collect a prescription. I spoke to the pharmacist who said I should go to the hospital. I know, I really shouldn’t have driven on reflection. I feel woozy and my head is sore.
So, having phoned Brightdoc, our out of hours medical line, I now have to go to Outpatients at the hospital at 4pm today. I guess we won’t be going to our friend’s 50th birthday party tonight after all.