Sunday began well enough. I went ice-skating at The Depot for the first time in several years, with my daughter and my sweetie, R.. The two of us oldsters had a great time reminiscing about our earlier skating adventures while the girl got more confident on the ice. It felt great to skate again. Even though I had never taken lessons or learned to do anything fancy, as a kid I had skated often enough to feel very comfortable on the ice.
I've fallen before, but usually forward or onto an arm. This time I did one of those falls where your feet fly out from under you and you go over backwards: butt, back, and then head. My head hit the ice and bounced, then hit the ice again. I could feel things shake around in there: buzzing, stars, then pain. I wasn't able to get up right away, but I never lost consciousness.
When I did try to get up though, I felt the back of my head and found blood on my hands. I had a scrape but not a cut. R. got an ice pack and we called Health Partners to talk to a nurse. She said I needed to be seen at an ER right away for a CT scan, asked me questions (was there any fluid coming out of my ears? (ew! no!) did I feel nausea? (no). It didn't seem to me as if it were too serious, but at the same time I felt woozy and not myself.
I was trying to keep it together so my child did not get too upset because of or our our experience with her father's surgery for a subdural hematoma a few years ago. I didn't want her to be too frightened, but I was not feeling well.
R. drove us to the Riverside ER and I was seen right away. Apparently I was the second person that day with the same injury. We were there for 2 hours total: time for me to be examined, bandaged, get a CT Scan, and be reassured that there was no fracture or internal bleeding, and no other signs of major injury. I was told what symptoms to look out for, but because of the scan I didn't have to be awakened every few hours, thank goodness. That is my idea of hell!
R. and R. spoiled me all evening. I was grateful because the aftermath of the shock left me shaky and tired.
Now, two days later, I'm no longer stiff and I just a tender bump and scabby scrape on the back of my head.
Next time I ice-skate, I'm wearing my helmet!