Well, it's been a while...

I've spent the past week recuperating. The camping trip was a waste of time and money. That, and a whole slew of disrespecting going on. I was semi-wondering prior to the trip if having it at Serpent Mounds again was a bad idea. No one listened to what I had to say-- and didn't even believe that I was there before, when the church had its' singles' camping retreat there. I wished over and over again that Dave didn't have to go to his family reunion. Had it been something lower on the priority list, yeah, he would have joined us. *sigh*

The link attached is to my primary blog, and that was the most current entry to-date. I have a suspicion that I gained a minor concussion after falling out of the Grand Caravan rental. All because I didn't want to have dirt and grass all over me while wrapping up Amanda's super long extention cord. I tried stepping out of the van, but unless I'm on my way out, I couldn't touch the ground. The van was parked in such a way where there's a steep but short incline of the parking pad-- made of gravel and dirt, that slopped away from the vehicle. I ended up tumbling in such a way that I struck my head on the ground.

After the fall, I was on the ground for about 3 min before being helped out. I was told to sit in the van, but Amanda went back to strapping the canoe's straps across the middle, which meant that access to the van's passenger seats impossible. I felt woozy enough that I laid out on the grass. I think I blacked out at one point, cuz next thing I knew, I was being asked to get into the van, with a couple people helping me up and over.

Halfway there (maybe), I passed out again. Isn't that a hint that person who hit their head on the ground requires medical assistance?

Anyway, I came to, still in the arms of somebody. A whole team of them helped get me into the van. The same seat that I had difficulty with in the first place. To me, it made more sense to put the injured party in the seat that is most accessible to them. The seat right behind navigator is about 3 inches further into the middle of the van than the navigator's.

I must have been such a problem on the way home. The A/C vents in the back weren't working, and I felt like I was just burning up. I started geting nauseated too. A/C off, and windows fully open-- but Amanda's t-shirt sleeve billowed in the draft, essentially being the direct A/C under her shirt, and nothing getting past her. I couldn't tell which was worse than the other.

She also changed her mind about having me over after the trip. She said she "needed some alone time before they [Sylvesters] get home." Almost to my place, I realized that there were too many stairs, and I was feeling worse. They wanted to offload me anyway.

My mom comes to the door, and had some words to say when she saw the condition I was in. Didn't even matter that I was in no condition to hear it. After what seemed like an eternity, I made it up to the porch, took one step onto the threshhold, then collapsed again.

I retained consciousness, but I had lost all control over my motor functions. I flopped around on the ground like a fish out of water. I was half-carried, half-dragged up the shorter flight of steps to the main level, then over to the couch. My feet were elevated, mom got an ice pack, and they couldn't have rushed outta the house any faster.

Outta their hair and into my mom's. Great. She gave me my brother's leftover pizza, and I conked out after eating a few bites. Landlady called, woke me up. I fell asleep again, only to be awakened by the landlady's visit.

I stayed up after that point, nibbled on dinner, then crashed in bed. I slept for a good long time, maybe 12hrs or something.

I still have headaches, feel tired enough to need to sleep (of course, running into situations that required me to be awake made it impossible to really get it in), feel a myriad of sores, and some mysterious bruising. There's the occasional dizzy/disorientation spell, fluctuating appetite, a total decrease in desire to do anything with Dan (even talking about it in AIM convos).... I even feel like I'm different. Well, I know my temper has bared its teeth all-to-often lately. Possibly due to the frustration of my condition. And my concentration has been hard to keep together. It's been about an hour and change to write this. I pause due to the aches and the headache of staying focused to write this.

Which is why I've only done shorter posts (excluding the cut-and-paste sections), mainly blog quizes. My LJ is a prime example of that. Anway, I'm gonna start a new entry for something entirely different.