So what happens when Lisa finishes radiation treatment and moves on with the rest of her life?
She slips in her kitchen (cleaning up after her semi-incontinent dog), smacks the back of her head against the kitchen table on the way down, and starts to bleed profusely. Off she goes to the ER for a fun late night adventure of pressure bandaging, cat scanning, X-raying, and a stitch to finish off the fun. The doctor (who fancied himself Cumberland's very own Jay Leno) decided to use a bandaging strategy which made me look like a cross between a bank robber and a Snow Baby.
So here I am...with enough blood left in my hair to stand the back up like a ghoulish Kate Gosselin....waiting until tomorrow (!) to wash the whole thing away...
I am okay...sore, embarrassed, cranky...relieved I don't have a concussion or a brain bleed.
What did I do to deserve 2009, I ask you?
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