I am sometimes prone to constipation. I woke in the middle of the night with lower GI cramps. While in the bathroom, I had a case of stinkpot syncope! Apparently a little straining in the netherlands can trigger the vagus nerve and pop! I passed out with no warning. Next I knew I was on the travertine tile floor, having banged the corner of the marble counter, head first in the great tradition of “Look Ma! No hands!”
Of course I have no idea how long I was out. When I did come too, I was face down on the floor, drawers by my knees, expecting to feel a puddle of blood in the darkness. None found.
I am incredibly grateful for my hard head; I intend to put it to more selfish use and to stop waiting for things to appear perfect. I am wearing my bumps with pride and counting on Arnica to keep the bruising to a minimum. I have also been putting ice on it.
I have drifted off to sleep several times writing this. Thank you and Good Night.
