Head Bonk

If you knock yourself in the head in the vast acres of Illinois corn and soybean fields, does anyone hear it?

No. The answer is no.

Mothers Day needed some spicing up. And what better way to do it then accidentally knocking myself in the head with a t-post driver while being home alone? After a great morning of mimosas, cinnamon rolls, and reading in the sunshine under our walnut trees, Chris and Lincoln went to my in-laws to assist with a few project. I stayed behind to get some child-free work done.

I started installing our trellising system for some of our cut-flowers. After driving in one t-post, I put on some safety headphones, because the metal-on-metal banging hurt my delicate and dainty ears. Little did I know that wearing these ginorm-o, yellow headphones will prevent me from a concussion twenty minutes later.

I’m not sure how it happened, but I wacked my head with the driver. I thought, “hmm. that sort of hurt.” and then felt something wet seeping towards my forehead. “Sweat, Audra. It’s sweat, calm down,” I told myself. I calmly removed my hat, wiped my forehead, saw the hot red liquid on my hand and slowly positioned myself in a laying position in the middle of the field and commenced what I’ll call, “a total and unnecessary freakout”.

I won’t get into the grossness of this situation, head wounds seem to cause a lot of blood and make things seem worse than they really are. Of course, I forgot this logic and reasoning and could only focus on the amount of blood that was all over me and was hyperventilating and waving my hands around in some sort of attempt to help the situation.

By luck, I had my phone on me (which I rarely have my phone on me in the field because I get so dirty). I called Chris, no answer. I called my mother-in-law, no answer. I called our neighbor, no answer (who I later found out was out to her birthday and Mother’s Day dinner….great timing, Audra! My neighbor sent me this hilarious text later “I leave once and the whole neighborhood goes to hell!”) I finally got a hold of Jim, my father-in-law. Through hysterical screams and sobs I told him what I did. He was as cool as a cucumber and walked me through finding a clean rag to apply pressure on my head while Chris was running back home to be with me.

Chris finds me sitting on the cool concrete of the shed with blood all over me. He didn’t hear I had hit my head before he left, he heard I cut myself, got in his truck and left. I can only imagine what he thought when he saw me. He cleans me up, assesses that I have just scraped the top of my head. We think the headphones blocked most of the blow and that’s what actually scraped my head. I’d hate to think how bad it would have been without the headphones or without me having access to a phone. I haven’t shown any signs of a concussion, my head is just pretty tender. I am lucky. I have a good family.

So I definitely succeeded in making this Mother’s Day memorable! You’re welcome, world!

photo by studio fuze