Ouch!

Wood ducks
We went and played golf today. Well, Brooke and I rode in a golf cart and I took pictures while Cain and hubby played golf.

I just about knocked myself out today. I was stepping down into the cart from a hill and forgot to duck. I hit the top of my head on the top of the golf cart--hard. And when I say hard I mean it was like a T-Rex (that would be me) slamming into one of those cars on Jurassic Park. I literally saw stars.

Brooke, who's not the most tactful person I know, starting cracking up. She's cracking up and I've cracked my skull. I started laughing, too, because I was humiliated. There were other golfers at the course. I don't know if they saw me bust my head, but I wanted to laugh in one of those uncomfortable "I meant to do that!" laughs just in case.

At this point we're in the cart and on our way to the next hole and I'm contemplating if I should seek medical attention or just grin and bear it. I got out of the cart, thinking that I was going to be ok and I just burst out in tears. I wasn't even hurting! I just burst out crying. I cried for a good five minutes and then started laughing hysterically while my family looked at me like I was crazy. All I have to say is that I now know the meaning of being knocked senseless. There really is such a thing and I know that now.

My head is now hurting and has been hurting for a good three hours. I guess I will seek medical attention tomorrow although I'm not sure what could be done. I probably have a tiny concussion and there's nothing they can do for that.

Why am I telling y'all this? I don't know. The season premiere of Deadwood is on. I love this show but man-oh-man, the cussing they do on here would make sailors blush!

G'night.