Hey today is the 28th anniversary of (from what I can remember) my very first (of many) severe childhood head injuries!!!
woo hoo head injuries!
Im in grade 4, and Sherry Lynn Conklin is taunting me with a private note that she wont let anybody see. Nyah nyah. Its lunch hour and we are standing on the corner of Varsity drive and I cant remember what street, (varsity elementary, anyways). Me, being the 8 year old boy that I was at the time quickly snatch the note out of her hands and bolt. She chases me. perfect! I think. I run as fast as my little legs can take me down the boulevard. All the while, I am trying to unfold the note that is in my hands, obviously looking down at the crumpled paper in my hands, not up.
Not up at the metal stop sign post which was rapidly bearing down on the center of the top of my little skull.
I cant remember actually hitting that post. But I imagined later that it must have made that hanna barbera Wongonnnngonnnng sound as it wobbled to and fro above my crumpled, motionless heap.
I came to, dont know how long I was out for, but I can vaguely remember walking back up to the school yard, I remember it was all very dreamy and I was kind of freaking out cuz I couldnt see properly, I just kept grabbing the chainlink fence to feel my way past the bike racks, but I was too fucked up to really know how fucked up I was.
It was remembrance day, and we had an assembly right after lunch break. Watching old war movies or something I guess. I dont really remember because apparently I just got up in the middle of it, walked right of the auditorium, and started walking around in the hallways like a creepy little zombie.
I think a teacher found me stumbling around out there, and I can sort of remember a hospital, and them mom waking me up every time I tried to fall asleep for what seemed like days. Major concussion. I always found it kinda funny from that day forth that it was called remembrance day, because the only thing I ever remembered about that day from then on was that I never remembered that day.
Ok THAT was just the weirdest dog drop off ever.
She emailed me last week asking to see Morgan. For the first time in 4 months, I couldnt respond. I just couldnt see her. Not right after the Gimpy thing. She gave me an out in her email though, stating if I dont hear back from you by 3:00 tomorrow afternoon, I will try again for next week.
Thanks for the out hun. I never emailed her back.
She emailed me again this week, Tuesday morning, first thing. Again asking to see Morgan this week. I agreed right away, and actually apologized for my earlier email about the Gimpster.
I get so fucking worked up now when it comes to a dog drop off. I try to calm myself, and armor myself so that whatever is about to go down doesnt get into the heart of me. I try to mentally prepare myself to be friendly and to not be bothered or hurt by her aggression. Rarely works, but I keep trying, and week after week, I find myself getting all tense in the shoulders as I leash him up, tie my boots and step out to walk that plank called Bute st.
Well tonight was the night. 5:45 drop off as usual, but I suddenly find myself STILL at work and its 5:30. I break the rules and I call her on her Cell. Of course her voicemail kicks in, so I leave a message letting her know Im running late, and I dont know if its still on or not.
When I get home, she hasnt called me back, so I leash up the dog right away and call her again. Oh my god she actually answered it, and she wasnt unfriendly. She wasn't nasty, mean, vile, She was actually saying words to me.
She wasnt overly pleasant either, but she wasnt being so cutting.
I just got back from dropping him off with her, and she never shot me any glares, said see you at 8:45 and we went on our ways.
That was just strange.
woo hoo head injuries!
Im in grade 4, and Sherry Lynn Conklin is taunting me with a private note that she wont let anybody see. Nyah nyah. Its lunch hour and we are standing on the corner of Varsity drive and I cant remember what street, (varsity elementary, anyways). Me, being the 8 year old boy that I was at the time quickly snatch the note out of her hands and bolt. She chases me. perfect! I think. I run as fast as my little legs can take me down the boulevard. All the while, I am trying to unfold the note that is in my hands, obviously looking down at the crumpled paper in my hands, not up.
Not up at the metal stop sign post which was rapidly bearing down on the center of the top of my little skull.
I cant remember actually hitting that post. But I imagined later that it must have made that hanna barbera Wongonnnngonnnng sound as it wobbled to and fro above my crumpled, motionless heap.
I came to, dont know how long I was out for, but I can vaguely remember walking back up to the school yard, I remember it was all very dreamy and I was kind of freaking out cuz I couldnt see properly, I just kept grabbing the chainlink fence to feel my way past the bike racks, but I was too fucked up to really know how fucked up I was.
It was remembrance day, and we had an assembly right after lunch break. Watching old war movies or something I guess. I dont really remember because apparently I just got up in the middle of it, walked right of the auditorium, and started walking around in the hallways like a creepy little zombie.
I think a teacher found me stumbling around out there, and I can sort of remember a hospital, and them mom waking me up every time I tried to fall asleep for what seemed like days. Major concussion. I always found it kinda funny from that day forth that it was called remembrance day, because the only thing I ever remembered about that day from then on was that I never remembered that day.
Ok THAT was just the weirdest dog drop off ever.
She emailed me last week asking to see Morgan. For the first time in 4 months, I couldnt respond. I just couldnt see her. Not right after the Gimpy thing. She gave me an out in her email though, stating if I dont hear back from you by 3:00 tomorrow afternoon, I will try again for next week.
Thanks for the out hun. I never emailed her back.
She emailed me again this week, Tuesday morning, first thing. Again asking to see Morgan this week. I agreed right away, and actually apologized for my earlier email about the Gimpster.
I get so fucking worked up now when it comes to a dog drop off. I try to calm myself, and armor myself so that whatever is about to go down doesnt get into the heart of me. I try to mentally prepare myself to be friendly and to not be bothered or hurt by her aggression. Rarely works, but I keep trying, and week after week, I find myself getting all tense in the shoulders as I leash him up, tie my boots and step out to walk that plank called Bute st.
Well tonight was the night. 5:45 drop off as usual, but I suddenly find myself STILL at work and its 5:30. I break the rules and I call her on her Cell. Of course her voicemail kicks in, so I leave a message letting her know Im running late, and I dont know if its still on or not.
When I get home, she hasnt called me back, so I leash up the dog right away and call her again. Oh my god she actually answered it, and she wasnt unfriendly. She wasn't nasty, mean, vile, She was actually saying words to me.
She wasnt overly pleasant either, but she wasnt being so cutting.
I just got back from dropping him off with her, and she never shot me any glares, said see you at 8:45 and we went on our ways.
That was just strange.
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