A few days ago, I bumped my head rather dramatically. I’d stooped to pick up some clothes from the bathroom floor and stood up suddenly, forgetting to avoid the corner of the towel cupboard which is positioned above the sink. SMASH!
The lump on my head was massive to begin with, literally the size of a goose egg, but it has now shrunk to the size of a golf ball. When I had my hair cut the other day, my hairdresser was extremely impressed. She showed me the lump in a mirror and described the bruising around the lump in rather gruesome detail. Obviously, she had to be really careful attending to my hair.
Yesterday I must have been having one of those attention-seeking days because I kept getting the nursing staff to feel my lump. I did the same thing this morning and got the same ‘ooh-ahh!’ response from various staff which was, of course, very satisfying.
The only two people who were unfazed (and remarkably unsympathetic) were Ants and Ming.
Ming: Get over it, Mum; it’s just a bump on the head!
Anthony: You need to be careful, Jules, you’re not a spring chicken anymore.
Anyway, since bumping my head, I have been really slack with both the writing and the reading of blog posts. I have also become quite slack with cooking, cleaning, gardening, anythinging, but have also become adept at sleeping and watching netflix. Having armed myself with a fitbit a couple of weeks ago (between the asthma and the head bumping) it has been a bit discouraging to find that I have only walked about eight kilometres in as many days.
Once the lump from the bump subsides, I hope to become a more active blogger again but, in the meantime, I have a bit of a headache.
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