spiecedogs

On June 23, while I was cleaning out our rental home, my husband, my son, and I were filling our minivan (affectionately known as "the bassetmobile) with garbage that we were going to take to the dump the next day. My husband's hand was resting on the top of the hatch door. I called out, "Don't close it." He heard, "Close it." Before I knew what hit me, I had this great headache, I felt as if my teeth were falling out, and I felt just like those characters in the cartoons who are hit, we see their heads vibrating, with stars floating around their heads.

I was bleeding quite profusely. I went to a not-so-near hospital, as I didn't trust the hospital closer to the neighborhood we were at. After 2 hours of waiting, I was taken in and given six staples.

What an adventure.

This is how it felt at first:




And this is how it felt later: