Thursday, November 29, 2012
Yeah, I used hypochondriac as an adjective. Whatchugonnadoaboutit?
Went to the gym Wednesday, played some basketball. In the course of the game, I slid over to defend a play, and was knocked over, my head hitting the ground. I was fine, stayed on the ground a couple of seconds, went through the names of my uncles, because of all the crazy things, I specifically remember NOT being able to recall them when I got a concussion playing ultimate a couple of years ago. I played the rest of the game, just a few points, and when it was over, I went to grab my glasses and water, and I felt a twinge, the slightest headache. And so I sat down and worked my jaw, made sure it wasn't the source of the twinge.
After a couple of minutes, it passed and I went over to the heavy bag and whacked it around a bit. The last punch, I decided to finish with a bang, and deliver an uppercut, only to find out that the base of the bag is pretty solid, as opposed to the squishy rest of it. Shooting the basketball by myself thereafter, I was feeling the pinkie on my right hand twinge a good bit.
A few hours later now, and I've got a headache and a sore hand. Although, no spot on my head to indicate exactly where it thwacked the floor. I'm guessing the latter is real but negligible. The former, I'm going to throw down a couple of Advil, and I'd like to think that I'll wake up and laugh at my...well, not worry, exactly, more like, whatever compelled me to scribble out this blog rather than just go to sleep. Narcissism, probably.
Random bullet points
1) was going to make a goal of reaching the next level of spark points in December, as I was 700 away a couple of days ago. That got a lot easier with the 250 point "Tell us more about yourself" offer. I'll get to that next level in a cakewalk now, even before the Mayans' doomsday.
2) Was talking to my brother, a call brought on partially by the untimely passing of spark person WINNINGBATTLE. He chuckled at my punching bag story, and then said maybe it's good, maybe it'll keep me away from the gym a couple of days and he won't be heavier than me when I get to Michigan. I asked about his weight, and he said 180 or so. I laughed and let him know that if it's 18-something, I'm already lighter.He blamed my nephew for keeping him from exercise.
3) There's a fly crawling around the ceiling light fixture. I wonder where it's going to go when I turn off the light?