Headbanging

It was bound to happen sooner or later.


BigM fell off a chair and split open the back of her head. It's a teensy split, but it bled a whole bunch nonetheless. (Sass, G-Pops- relax, this was last Thursday and she most certainly is fine. Her dad is a doctor, don't forget.) But I didn't realize how serious it was until I was getting her up off the floor after consoling, cuddling and reminding of what goes in chairs (bottoms)- and saw her back covered in blood.

I watched enough Grey's Anatomy before Addison left for Private Practice to know that her eyes being slightly dialated could mean she had a concussion (she doesn't) and that the fact that the wound was not spurting blood meant we could skip the ER visit until DM got home from work (which was going to be within 20 minutes.) Had it been lunchtime, I'd have packed us up and headed in. Upon his arrival, he assessed the damage and confirmed my diagnosis that she did not need stiches.

Friday morning when she woke up, the first thing I asked her was, "How does your head feel?"

She pondered the question and very deliberately said, "It only hurts if I yawn."

I suggested that maybe she should do her best not to yawn and she rolled her eyes and said, "I have to do what my brain tells me to do, Mom."

I feel confident in ruling out brain damage as a possible side effect from her injury.