It all began on Saturday night, during the 3rd Annual Easter Beer Hunt. I was once again the judge this year, and one of the two beer hiders. It just so happened that as I hid a can of Hamm's in a hedge near the house, I stood up quickly and bashed my poor head on the edge of a bay window. I weaved around for a few minutes wondering if the warm feeling on my hand was my blood or my imagination, and rejoined the party.
Persistent headache and intermittent nausea for Sunday and Monday and Tuesday had me finally saying, "Fine. I'll go get it looked at. I want to make sure I'm not going to die of a brain hemorrhage if I go jump around at CrossFit."
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| How does this stuff happen to me? |
Doctor said I've likely got a stage 1 concussion, and that it's just going to take a little rest to feel better. As I didn't lose consciousness or get violently ill, he seemed to think that it wasn't serious enough to merit any sort of scan. That's fine with me, as the friggin' anti-nausea meds he prescribed me cost $40!
Anyway, I went in to CrossFit this morning with intention to take an active rest day and pay my April dues. No heavy lifts, no excessive jumping, and certainly no hand-stand push ups (which were in the WOD today). As I was stretching before class and waiting for Coach H to arrive to hand over my money, I stretched my shoulders by hanging from the bar and thought that a few toes to bar would be fun, since I haven't done them in a while and they don't seem too strenuous.
Can you see where this is going yet?
Yeah, so either my hands were still asleep at 6 AM or slippery because I kicked my toes up... and watched them not make it to the bar since I was no longer attached to it. I fell in slow motion, landing on my upper back/ shoulder region and my head striking the ground soon after.
Wind was knocked out of me for a bit, and more than anything my pride seemed to have taken a mortal wound and crawled under the futon to die. As I lay looking up at, well, nothing for a few minutes and trying to relearn how to breathe, I thought about how perfect that would have been in one of those YouTube fail videos or perhaps a movie about a frat kid trying to do acrobatics to impress a gymnast.
After a minute I sat up and regained my bearings a bit. That's when Coach H asked me if I was alright... seeing as how she'd walked in just in time to witness my artistic dismount. A quick diagnostics check and I was on my feet to assure her that I was fine, and indeed, my head isn't hurting any more than it already was.
She was a combination of exasperated and amused when I informed her that I needed to take it easy today and not strain myself due to the concussion--doctor's orders. I assured her that of course falling on one's head is considered a 'rest day'.
Rather than doing the WOD*, I joined in the skill work on Split Jerks (with only PVC and 22lb bar) and then set out to row 3000 Meters. It took 14:26.
WOD:
5 Rounds, AMRAP Each 3:00 Round with 1:00 rest in between.
-3 Power Clean
-6 Handstand Push Ups
-9 Air Squats
Right now I'm just nursing some water and toast and wondering about this new and exciting inability to turn my head to the right...
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