Far be it from me to not be right. I prefer to not be right rather than wwwwwwrong.
As usual Dr. Cushie knows everything and therefore chose not to go to the doctor after hitting the wall with the head. I know that people with concussion vomit. I did not vomit, ergo, I did not have concussion. I should have realized that the dizziness, nausea and sleepiness were slight hints about whether or not I had concussion.
Finally, today I went to the doctor. He gently rotated my head and listened to the Anvil Chorus of vertebrae all protesting their treatment. He gave me the old pre-senile speech. You know, "Old person, comes with age, be careful, rah rah rah." He also said that if I don't feel better I should get an x-ray. Seeing that it has been about five days since I played crash bang with the wall I would imagine that I should have started to feel better by now. The child of my loins was cross because she would have said to have the x-ray done straight away. I am not feeling my intellectual best at the moment so I didn't question the doctor's decision. I will give it a couple more days and then drop in the either see him again or go to my usual doctor.
Never mind I have anti nausea tablets, pain killers and anti-inflammatory tablets. I have my trusty wheat bag and plenty of time to spend in bed. I am now at the age when if the doctor says go to bed and rest I do. Good on him I say.
So folks I do have concussion, I was wwwwwrong. God I hate saying that! I will try to avoid my doctoral skills, (I have none) and take notice of my daughter and friends. W..w...w...w...wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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