Monday, Monday

The day started out normal enough. Kids came in, we did the usual morning and Monday morning things, we had reading groups... Then they went to P.E., and this is when the craziness started. I had a voice mail from a parent concerned because some of the kids had apparently called his daughter "white trash." Great. So I ran around arranging for that to be dealt with (talking to counselor, principal, etc, because not only is that bullying, it's racial bullying, ugh). By the time I was finished with that I had to pick them up and take them to recess. I checked in with the girl who had made the complaint to her dad, got some names, and headed back to the office to get the plan in place. Then I ran back to recess because I needed to talk to one of the teachers on duty. (Apparently, I need my grade level chair to write a recommendation for my application to teach summer school, even though she doesn't really know me all that well. Weird, but whatever.) Anyhow, I was talking to her, or had just finished talking to her, and I was standing there waiting for the whistle to signal the end of recess, when a soccer ball came out of who knows were and hit me in the back of the head. Hard.

And I mean HARD. There was someone right there, thank goodness, because when she asked if I was okay, I said no, and lost my footing. She helped me down. My head was throbbing, I was incredibly dizzy, and then I was very nauseated. There were kids everywhere and I kept hearing my kids ask "are you okay? what's wrong?" Ugh.

Well, long story short, one of the teachers on duty called for the nurse, who called for 911, who then packed me up and took me to the hospital. I didn't really want to go, but "head injury" "concussion" and "is your neck hurt in any way?" are phrases that make you change your mind. So we went. Mentor Teacher went with me and stayed there until Sister showed up. They took xrays of my neck and a CAT scan of my head... all good. They discharged with me, but not without warnings about concussions.

Great. A concussion? "Someone needs to wake you up every 6 hours." Great. Every 6 hours? Apparently so I don't pass out, can't wake up, die, bleed out, whatever. Great. So here I am, at Sister's house because I couldn't stay home alone. I called in a sub for today in anticipation of not feeling up to working (which I'm glad I did because my head hurts a lot still, and so does everything else from tensing up and that very relaxing ambulance ride.) So my day will consist of playing on the Internet, watching TV, and napping. All because of a soccer ball.