So, I hit my head. Hard.
It’s a stupid story, but let’s just say that the rest of last week didn’t go as expected.
Yes, it was our third wedding anniversary on Wednesday, and I started out the day feeling pretty good. Being in the car was a little weird and I was making really spacey comments about how slow we were driving and how it made me feel like I was in a movie… but overall, we had a great day! Market, coffee, nap, and an amazing dinner planned…
We made it to dinner. We even really, really enjoyed dinner. I’ll have to tell you all about it another time.
Because as soon as I stood up from my chair to leave the restaurant, it was like I was on a boat. A boat on really rocky waters. I was dizzy and nauseous, and by the time I got home I was a total wreck.
You don’t need all the gory details. Let’s just say it all ended up with me wearing this bracelet that I never wanted to wear.
Yep, that was me the morning after our wonderful anniversary dinner. Waiting to get a CT scan at the Santa Monica ER because that bump on my head was most definitely part of a concussion and I just wanted to make sure I was alright. You know, because not being able to think clearly and mixing up words in normal conversation gets a little scary.
Don’t mess with your brain, folks.
Turns out my brain was ok and I was sent home to rest and take care of myself.
Except that chocolate craving I had the night of the fated head collision with the dog? It never went away. I’m not even kidding when I say I think Gibson knocked a sugar sensor loose. All I’ve been wanting to eat is sugar all day, every day.
So since Brad bought me a beautiful cake stand (complete with amazing dome! yay!!) for our anniversary, I couldn’t let it go empty. Plus, having a recipe to concentrate on seemed to be helping my brain heal. At least that’s what I’m going with, since everything turned out delicious.
This is what I’ve been making…
Have you ever heard of people craving sugar after a head injury? I’ve Googled and Googled, and I can’t find anything that looks credible. One doctor even gave a one word answer on his website: No. So maybe I can’t use brain swelling as an excuse to bake anymore?
Not that I needed an excuse in the first place.