concussed
with old age supposedly comes grace and wisdom. not in my god damn case.
so on saturday, i went to the company holiday party. it was an 80s prom theme and i had a ton of fun surprisingly. i met a ton of people (even a dude that i have a work crush on…and his wife). it appears that kuma #2’s rep precedes me. what a little mofo.
anyway, as the party was ending, our very drunk coo comes over to invite me and some coworkers to the “after-party” at the gas lite. even when i told him i had to work at 7am the next morning, he made me bump on it that i would be there. so after much persuasion by the others, i went. i wasn’t drunk or anything unlike some of my coworkers (my buzz wore off like an hour before) so i was not excited about going. when we got to gas lite, i was exhausted and kept yawning like every 10 minutes. finally after 40 minutes of listening to crazy white people karoake, we left.
i managed to pass through the entire night without injury or drunken foolery, but as i was getting into the taxi SOBER as fuck! to go home, i hit my head against the door frame with such intensity that i fell backwards and hit my head again on the fucking sidewalk.
i threw up twice, napped in the office until the pain was too unbearable, and then called my sister in the middle of the night to come get me. it’s monday and my car is still at the parking lot at work.
my head is in such immense pain but not as bad as it was last time. i am not nauseous at all, but i feel like i want to drill a hole in my head to relieve the pressure. my whole scalp feels sooo tender. i can’t even blame my concussion on being a drunken mess. i hit my head because i was fucking clumsy. fuck i am so lame.
