I left the previous house with a bang... literally.
Last day checking everything was spotless and perfect and ran into the garage tilt door.
Brad (a young friend of my oldest Truly) found me unconscious and blood pouring from my head flat out in the driveway.
I came around in time to stop him calling an ambulance (would have been 10 hours in the local emergency room) and a girlfriend who lived nearby took me to a clinic.
All is well. Just a small cut and no stitches. Still hurts a bit but no concusion.
Cut my head and knocked myself out today. Brad found me, out cold in the driveway and bleeding from my head. I had run into the garage door. I remember hearing Brads voice saying "Oh sh*t! Blood!" and thinking to myself "Oh sh*t! Blood!" and turning my head a bit and seeing blood and thinking "OH SH*T! BLOOD! " and thinking... I don't have TIME to do this! Thank you Brad for looking after me. Thank you Eve for tearing around and taking me to the clinic (because it would have taken 10 hours in an emergency room) and for pushing them to see me quickly because apparently sitting there holding a bleeding head does not entitle you to jump any waiting lines. Lol. And thank you Eve for driving me around all afternoon to get what I had to get done. Was a bit vague there for a while. On the plus side.. I got to lie down and rest for the first time in weeks.. first in the driveway then on the table. So win win. Lol. Washing my hair out in the shower was a bit like the shower scene from Psycho. Its all good. Just a small cut. No stitches. Just a very sore head and I'm no more noticeably vaguer than normal
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