I think I know which category I fall into.
Clearly, I'm back from vacay (I did almost have my DH convinced we could make a living selling T-shirts on the beach, but at the last minute he changed his mind saying something about being impractical). So needless to say, I didn't post while I was gone (wi-fi and camping don't mix), but I do have some great stories from the road (my writer's notebook isn't just full of poetry, this time).
So story #1 comes from the fourth day of vacation. We were leaving my sister-in-law's house after the cubscout and kindergartner (she doesn't start until August but has told more than one stranger making conversation that she goes to real school now when they guess that she is in preschool) had played to their little hearts' content with the cousins. I thought it would be a good idea to take a group picture with everyone in it. I set the timer on my camera for 10 seconds. Then I scooted over to get into the shot. On my way to my spot, I slipped (like a full-on slip when there is no catching yourself because it happened so very, very fast). I then fell, but on the way down, I caught my head on the coffee table. I saw stars. Lots and lots of stars. The decision was made that I should go to the emergency room. I tried to protest, I did. But it hurt so much.
After a crazy ride (my brother-in-law drives faster than me, which is hard to do), we arrived and I was seen almost immediately. This would not happen where I live. In fact, we would probably still be waiting at the ER now if we were in my town. The doctor came in and took one look at me and said, "You are going to need a CT scan because no one can guess what's going on inside, they have to see it." This is a first for even me. Plenty of X-rays, shots, and the like, but never a CT scan.
So after the scan, the doctor came back and told me it was a minor concussion and neck strain, but I would be fine. Back we went to take the picture (this time my DH did the timer), and head out on the road.
My hopes of a career in the UFC have been dashed because getting hit in the head is just not my deal.