Ol' Kim scared another year or so off my life yesterday.
I was in the house and heard her and Kathy come into the basement from a shopping trip. Suddenly there was a loud thumping sound of unmistakable origin, and Kathy yelled in alarm. Kim had fallen on the basement steps, tumbled to the landing, taken a right-hand turn for three more steps to the basement floor. At the bottom, with her head inverted, she hit the rear of it directly on the corner of a four by four framing uprght for a future door.
The point of impact was on the site of the original head injury, and exactly on the spot where her cranial shunt originated. It must have been extremely painful, because she wailed for thirty minutes or so. Her eyes did not seem to me to respond to the flashlight test properly, and she complained of jumping, blurred vision, so off to the emergency room we went. four hours and one CAT-scan later, everything was looking normal and her vision problems had largely gone away, so we came home with instructions to wake her up and check on her every two hours throughout the night. This morning she seems to be her usual, ornery old self.
If you ever wondered why I am gray, this kind of thing explains a lot of it.
I was in the house and heard her and Kathy come into the basement from a shopping trip. Suddenly there was a loud thumping sound of unmistakable origin, and Kathy yelled in alarm. Kim had fallen on the basement steps, tumbled to the landing, taken a right-hand turn for three more steps to the basement floor. At the bottom, with her head inverted, she hit the rear of it directly on the corner of a four by four framing uprght for a future door.
The point of impact was on the site of the original head injury, and exactly on the spot where her cranial shunt originated. It must have been extremely painful, because she wailed for thirty minutes or so. Her eyes did not seem to me to respond to the flashlight test properly, and she complained of jumping, blurred vision, so off to the emergency room we went. four hours and one CAT-scan later, everything was looking normal and her vision problems had largely gone away, so we came home with instructions to wake her up and check on her every two hours throughout the night. This morning she seems to be her usual, ornery old self.
If you ever wondered why I am gray, this kind of thing explains a lot of it.
