Bu-bump

Then what happens is we get to the hospital only to realize that my bag -- ID, insurance card -- is still sitting behind the sound table at Annual Meeting. But it turns out they have been trying to reach me -- they looked at my CT scans again and realized I have a very small bleed. In my brain. More doctors, more following fingers with my eyes. Another CT. An IV with anti-seizure medication in it. They tell me I need to stay overnight for monitoring. I end up spending the night in the ICU, no food allowed, on a saline drip with all kinds of wires hooked up to my chest, being woken every hour to make sure I know my name, date of birth, where I am, and the date.

I pass. In the morning they finally allow me to eat. They've been giving me anti-seizure medication by drip which I will need to continue in pill form. I am not to take ibuprofen or aspirin. I am not to ride my bike or do anything that might possibly result in another head trauma. I may have headaches. I may not feel like myself. This is normal. I am free to go.