While returning from a river/waterfall hike on Sunday, I slipped on a wet rock and landed RIGHT on my cheekbone. (Who knows where my hands were and why they didn't break my fall.) Paul didn't see me fall but he said the sound of my face hitting the rock was like a branch snapping.
It killed. At the moment, I really thought I broke my face. And my brain.
Fortunately, nothing is broken, but I've had a headache ever since.
Our friend and neighbor K is a nurse and she has been monitoring me. She says I undoubtedly have a concussion, and the only real treatment is to rest my brain. I feel like that is nigh impossible — how can I just sit there without reading? Working? Thinking?
I downloaded an audiobook as a compromise — I won't actually be reading, so it should be fine, right? I picked Randall Munroe's What If?, which turned out to be a laughably poor choice. The whole thing is one thought exercise after the other.
Concussions stink. Wear proper footwear when hiking by rivers, people. And for goodness' sake — why are people still playing American football?!