and gave myself a concussion.
Anybody else every had a self-inflicted brain injury?
I’ve bonked my head quite a few times, being 6’ and all.
I can’t remember any actual damage, but then there’s the Catch-22. If I did cause damage, I very well might not be able to remember.
At least it wasn’t the headboard, what would everyone think?
But, since you mention it, I once ran straight into a metal pole. I don’t know why I didn’t move around it. Perhaps I already had some kind of brain injury.
Got a concussion (among other things) when I drove my car into a concrete post, so I guess that would be considered self-inflicted.
** cygnus, ** as long as you didn’t smoke the concrete post, you’ll be okay.
Poor mega, are you feeling better now??
I’m forever conking my head on my son’s bunkbed when I have to put the sheets back on after washing and drying them. Why, oh why, didn’t I think of about THAT when we bought the blasted bed!! And, why is it, they are practically the ONLY thing that hasn’t broken in the eighteen years we’ve had them!??
My headache is better, but I’m about 950% dizzier.
Mega the roo, I’m glad that you’re feeling better.
I once had the top half of a dutch door fall on me. Ended up in the hospital overnight. Luckily there wasn’t any real problems from it.
But was the door okay?
(It’s all about you isn’t it?)
SOB !!!
Oh yes, at least every Friday and Saturday night. What, chemical injury doesn’t count?
One night at work I had to go search for the supervisor for help with the cash register. Now where I work is an arena and of course I couldn’t find him so I went out the back by the zamboni (where of course it drips water) and it was icy and an incline so of course I slipped and I whacked my head on the cement floor (My head fell on the upper part of the incline) My head hurts just thinking about it and now it is slightly flatter there. (But just barely not really noticable or anything)
Also I’m 6’ as well so I have to contend with the bars which people hold to keep themselves standing while on the buses. (They are just a shade under 6 feet I guess cuz if I don’t watch myself I always bump the top of my head) And the small buses I can almost always stand in the center aisle and have the top of my head touching the roof. I also have to watch for the door on those small buses. Thats just as bad. (Actually one idiot on the bus once he was slightly taller then me he got off and accidently hit his head so as the bus drove away he hit it with his fist decided it was the buses fault for that. rolls her eyes)
Surely thats not possible… BWWAAHA hahahahah! 
well, when I was 12 I was out playing Evil Kanevil in the rain fell of my bike and busted my head open.
Osip
I’m really good at hitting my head. The kicker happened in my basement a few years ago. I was standing in a doorway, and my parents told me some really good news (I forget what it was, but it really made me happy). So I jumped up, excited as all get out, but I kind of forgot that (a) I’m tall, (b) the doorway was short, and © the top of the doorway was actually cement blocks holding up our basement ceiling.
I saw stars.
I also hit my head a lot on my boyfriend’s bunk bed at school (he had the bottom bunk, so when I got up off the bed, I usually moved faster vertically than horizontally). Lots o’ bumps from Friday nights!
Every time I move I am attacked by furniture. So far…
A black eye from a dresser.
A broken toe from my entertainment center.
2 cracked ribs from a bed frame (not mine, dropped down stairs on me)
And a 4 inch scar on my right wrist from a dresser drawer (my boss felt the need to call me into his office to see if I tried to kill my self)
A short while back I was being playful with one of my goats, and pushed him from behind. He was playful back in a goat way and did a 180 up in the air twisting turn and caught me above the eye with his horn. It pretty much knocked me out, and I was dizzy for two days. Definitely stupidly self-inflicted!
Hope you’re feeling better, Roo!
I am constantly bonking my head…being a techchick and all. Pulling computers out of awkward places usually does the trick.
< techchick is amazed she has any brain cells that actually work >
Glad you’re feeling better, if still woozy, Mega!
Oh, furniture is deadly. I’ve cut my lip on a coffee table, gouged an eyebrown on a crank-out window and concussed myself on an open cabinet door that was high for everyone else.
Want a nearly Wallyesque fiasco? The woofer and I were conked out, sound asleep. A godawful racket erupts at the screened window (this in the second floor, over a porch roof.)
The dog and I bolt upright, she whips her head around–and slams her nose right into my eye. The dog tries to climb under the bed; I stagger around, bent in pain, eye tearing from the forcible blow from a cold dog nose, and trying to find a weapon. I found a pair of nail clippers.
The intruder was a furry, masked raccoon.
I would have clipped his nails, but I couldn’t see well enough.
Living a glitzy life,
Veb
I was running in my dorm, slipped and went headfirst into a steel door. Still tender sometimes (since 1973) so I gave up running.
I look after my brain, it’s an important thing you know. Actually, I think I did too many drugs when I was younger.