So it seems as though I posted all about the wedding and promptly disapeared from the internet, right? Well, I guess that's true, but listen: it's not my fault! Honestly. Here's what happened:
About a month after the wedding my new sisters-in-law emailed my sister and I to invite us to a concert by a local band they love. The concert was on a Saturday in September, and I had seen the band perform once before and really liked them, so I was in. Sister-in-law bought the tickets, Jaymi and I got excited, and we waited. When that Saturday came around, we went to a fun dinner and then headed over to the concert venue. Once inside we got a drink, made our way toward the stage, and enjoyed a couple of the opening acts. We noticed a few people crowdsurfing and a mosh pit forming, which is SO not my scene (I don't judge and if you're into it that's cool, but it's not for me). Jaymi and I got a little nervous because security was totally allowing it to happen, even helping crowd surfers down and back into the crowd when they reached the stage. At most venues I've been to security will boot you out for those kinds of shenanigans, so it was a little disconcerting to see the bouncers laugh it off.
Eventually the opening acts ended their sets and we fought through the crowd to the second or third row, center stage. I asked nervously whether we should move so that we didn't get caught up in the moshing action, but was assured that this band's fans weren't like that. I'd seen the band before and the crowd was really tame then, so I sorta-kinda calmed down and stayed put. Well, at the beginning of the second song, people started to hoist other people onto their shoulders. I turned to Jaymi and asked, "Should we move?" She told me we'd probably be fine, and I didn't really want to act like an old married lady, so I stayed where I was and kept one eye out for flying people above me.
Then. THEN. I see a guy being passed through the crowd a few rows behind me. I get nervous. He's moved closer to us. I point him out to Jaymi. The (very tall) guys behind us get a hold of him. I turn to avoid him. The (very tall) guys behind us THROW him to us. No one around me sees this but me and Jaymi (who is too short to reach him). I try to catch him BY MYSELF and, predictably, fail. The guy comes crashing down on me, hits me in the head, I fall to the ground, and my head hits the concrete floor.
I stumble to my feet to see Jaymi clutching one eye, glasses in hand, crying. We tell sisters-in-law that we're going to the bathroom to get Jaymi cleaned up and we head out to the lobby. Jaymi's glasses were bent and she had what looked to be the start of a black eye--apparently the guy's arm hit her on the way down, smooshing her glasses into her face. I had a pounding, blinding headache. We got ice for Jaymi's eye and went back inside, but my headache got worse--screamingly, horrifyingly worse--so we camped out in the lobby for the rest of the set. When the band finished, my sisters-in-law came out to check on us, and after a little hemming and hawing we finally left, halfway through the final band's set.
That night I went home and laid down, my head still throbbing. When Jeff got home I joked to him that this was a sign I'm too old to be out late at night drinking and dancing. We laughed it off and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up with a blinding headache and nausea. In retrospect, I probably should have gone to the emergency room, but I'm stubborn and besides, I didn't feel like getting dressed and driving myself over there. I figured I'd be better by Monday and spent the day lying on the couch with a cool washcloth over my eyes.
Then, the next day, I got up and went to work, but I felt just as sick. When I told my boss what had happened she ordered me to go home and rest. That afternoon I went to the doctor and after a brief examination she told me I had probably suffered a concussion and was now dealing with a contusion (a bruise) on my brain that was causing migraines. She gave me a list of possible symptoms, ordered a CT scan, gave me a prescription for extra-strength ibuprofen and sent me home to rest. The CT scan was clear, so all I could do was rest and wait to feel better. This was almost two weeks ago, and stilll--STILL!--I can't work a full day. My head pounds nonstop, I'm constantly nauseous, I'm tired all the time, and--best of all--my muscles twitch uncontrollably, so that my arm will suddenly jerk across my body or my foot will start tapping for no good reason. As Jeff likes to tell me, I look like a "tweaker".
So, I know this has turned into the world's-longest-excuse-for-not-blogging, but I had to put it out there. I haven't really disappeared, I've just been in a headache-induced fog of yuckiness. I hope I'll feel better soon and can finish blogging about the wedding and tell you all about the honeymoon, but for now I leave you with the moral of the story: If you happen to be an old married lady who has no business at rowdy teenage concerts, stay the hell away!
*This post was written under the influence of heavy medication. Please excuse the spelling, grammar, and completely over-the-top caps locks and itallics. Thank you.
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