Sunday night I fell down and hit my head. The papazan pitched me and my dinner onto the floor and I hit the secretary with my head. It scared the hell out of Steady. I didn't lose consciousness, I didn't throw up, I didn't even cry. I get a tiny bit dizzy and nauseous in the car, but other than the worst headache ever and a couple of bruises, I'm really okay.
Today the headache is less horrible. So off to work with me. (I went in for the first half of the day yesterday.)
