I walked into an Amish swing.

So my parents have a big yard in Hampden. One of the cool things there is an Amish swing that sits in the shade. It holds four people and takes more than that to move. It’s got a roof. Everyone loves it, including me. I probably have photos of it around, but I don’t feel like looking for them.

Because my freaking head hurts.

See, my mother is out of town. It’s fun to hang out with my Dad, and my recently-married brother was coming into the city tonight, too. I went down to Hampden early to cook: veggie burgers, organic potatoes (with onion, sweet red pepper, carrots, etc.) and my famously-perfectly-cooked broccoli. I had everything ready except the broccoli and went to my brother and wife to get them to see if it was ready. But instead, I ran head-long into the corner of the swing’s roof.

Next thing I know, I’m getting up but falling back down and freaking out because I’m bleeding, and what I hit was my head dent.

That’s right, I have a dent in my head.

I was a forceps birth, and I have a dent on my forehead, at my hairline, to the left. Today, the point of the swing went right in there and cut me. And knocked the crap out of me. I don’t ever touch it because I am irrationally afraid I will put my finger through a weak spot and into my brain. The worst was when I had a bug bite in there that I would not scratch. So of course I was not happy when that happened today.

So we were at GMBC all night. I did not crack my head, evidently. And, contrary to what was thought, I didn’t need any stitches. They did give me a tetanus shot though because it’s been thirteen years since I’ve had one.

Oh, and apparently I have high blood pressure. The nurse tested on my upper and lower arm and then again on my lower arm because he did not believe it. Stress, too much coffee, a combination? That sucks. All I can say about that.

I suppose I’ve let my coffee addiction get out of hand again. When we got to the hospital, I started scoping out coffee sources. That’s sick. And sad. So I’m having mint green tea tonight.

Now you can laugh at my hairy arm. Go ahead. Laugh at that, rather than that I walked into a huge swing. And hard.

[Me not take dat photo. Me wifey did.]