The mother of all shiners

Wowsers. I guess I sort of threw off my mantle of gloom this weekend and exchanged it for a helmet of pain.

Friday night was lovely. BF & I went to Asia Beef Noodle for bathtubs of soup (really big bowls) and then we went back to my place and watched Talladega Nights (I wanted some silliness).

Saturday was a lazy sort of day although my friend A & I took Honey and her BF Vincey to the woodlot for a nice romp. It was a lovely day until we turned the last corner and had a nasty wind in our faces the whole rest of the way to the car. I got home, made a Prime Rib roast and accoutrements for supper with BF. Then back to A's place where I was meeting her & her BF to go to UNB's hockey game. She had gotten stranded in Pizza notso-Delight waiting in pizza hell so was late but her BF poured me a glass of red wine while we waited. We had another glass while they ate. And by then the girls had decided we would much rather stay at her place and gossip and sip red wine. So her BF left. I called my BF, told him what we had done and asked if he would drive me home later. He agreed.

We split the first bottle less one glass that her BF had. We then had one glass each from the second bottle. I know I didn't have a whole bottle's worth over 6 hours so although I was chatty and silly I wasn't wasted. BF drove me home around 12:30.

At 6:00 AM Sunday morning I rose to have a pee. I felt a little sickish but put that on the red wine and corn chips I ate, both of which can give me indigestion. When I rose from the throne I felt quite dizzy so I sat again. When I tried once more to rise, I felt very dizzy so I sat on the floor this time; I think I even lay down for a moment to collect myself. When I then told myself all I really wanted was to go back to my warm bed, I remember standing up but that's it. The next thing I remember was hearing BF asking if I was okay and then being helped back to bed. He had been woken by a rather large thump (me) and thought it was Honey knocking something over but when he reached over to my side of the bed he realized I was gone and went to check. Found me on bathroom floor.

I could feel a sore spot on my forehead above my right eye and figured I was going to have a shiner. Oh boy was I ever right. I spent all day yesterday sleeping on the couch (I'm sure I had a concussion) and this morning I woke up with garish purple eyeshadow on that eye. My head still really hurts. And I have no idea why I fainted.

So it's off to the doctor Wednesday (unless I can get in this afternoon) to see what's happening with this crazy body of mine.

Thankfully life is never dull.