
I tripped on my way into the kitchen this morning, tied to catch myself with the counter, but only knocked a few things off. Through some black magic, I hit my head on the brake of my walker, which was parked in the kitchen.
I grabbed a kitchen towel out of the drawer and pressed it to the area that was hurting. My mom was a barber and I have heard how much scalp wounds bleed, so it was just a precaution. There was a lot of blood.
My caregiver asked what I wanted to do. After some thinking, I decided to have it checked out. It turned out that wasn't such a bad idea because I had a 1 inch laceration and ended up with 5 stitches.
Not quite the Monday I was expecting.

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