Today's my birthday—I'm three years away from being old. (The DSM now defines "middle age" as the years from age 45 to 65, and I'm clinging to that.)
I've had better Februaries. First, the State of New York put my car under house arrest for the whole month and then some (long story—I stupidly let my insurance lapse late last Winter, and the penalty in my case is that your plates and registration are confiscated for an equal amount of time). Second, I've got a case of gastroenteritis that won't go away—I'm supposed to journey to Geneva (New York, not Switzerland) later this morning for an appointment with a specialist. A obdurate case of the trots is not the worst thing that can happen to a man, but it's pestiferous, I'll say that. Fans of wordplay will appreciate that I just managed to get obdurate and pestiferous into the same sentence.
And third...well. This morning I heard the propane truck pull up in front of my house at its usual hour of 5:30 a.m. I don't schedule the deliveries—they do. And I'm in the process of switching providers—I found a better price, and I've been trying to moderate my expenses—so I hopped out of bed and bolted to the window to call the guy off. The last thing I wanted was another load of propane at the old price, which is very high. It was twenty minutes before sunrise, and from the bedroom window I could make out the hose against the new snow that fell during the night—the guy was already by the tanks in back. So I hurried into my bathrobe and slippers and raced downstairs. I rushed outside shouting "Wait! I don't need a delivery this morning! I'm switching providers!" When—bang. My feet went right out from under me. I slipped on the ice and fell backwards—hard. The back of my head slammed against the ice-covered ground.
I lay there groaning from the pain. Everything hurt. My head was splitting. The propane guy checked my head for blood—none—and took my hand to help me up.
"You might have gotten a concussion," he said. "What's today's date?"
"It's my birthday," I said weakly. "February 25th."
"And who's president?" he continued.
"Donald Trump," I said.
"Donald Trump!" he said, startled. "He didn't make it through the first stage of the primaries! The only reason he ran at all is because NBC was about the cancel 'The Apprentice' and he didn't want to see all those headlines saying 'NBC to The Donald: You're Fired!' No. Jeb Bush is the president. Don't you remember?"
"So the American people aren't divided into two warring camps, each listening only to the propaganda of its own side?" I asked.
"What? No! Why would we do that? Sir, I'm afraid you've really hurt yourself! You're talking nonsense. Maybe I'd better call an ambulance."
"Wait! What about...Brexit? Are the British really deliberately weakening the European Union and simultaneously ceding leadership of it to the Germans, voluntarily, unilaterally, and unnecessarily?" I asked.
"Huh? Oh, that," he said. "Don't you remember? That happened a couple of years ago. As soon as David Cameron resigned, the British Parliament voided the referendum, rightly calling it nothing but a political stunt, and declared that it was a policy issue that should be decided by legislators who knew a thing or two about the consequences and not something that should be put to a public vote anyway. The new PM, Theresa May, quoted the great Roman orator Cicero: 'Change of mind is not inconsistency.'"
"I see," I said, lying on my back on the snow in my robe and slippers with my eyes tight shut. "What about the climate change crisis?"
"Climate change?" he said, looking very concerned. "Well, President Gore started emergency measures back in 2001, and we're currently reducing carbon dioxide and chlorofluorocarbon emissions by four percent a year, heading toward five. It's a big problem, but at least the whole world is united like never before. You know this, right?"
"Thank God," I mumbled.
Soon I was able to sit up.
"Are you sure you're okay, sir?" the propane guy asked.
"Bokeh," I said weakly.
"What?" he said.
"Japanese word. It means fuzzy. One of its meanings is fuzzy in the head. I'm just a little fuzzy in the head is all. I'll be all right."
It's been an hour or two now, and boy do I feel banged up. To be honest, though, I'm still feeling a little confused. I just don't remember certain things right. Jeb Bush? What is this anyway, some kind of hereditary monarchy? Letting a president's kid be president makes about as much sense as letting a president's spouse be president.
Could've been worse, I guess—could have been Jeb's brother.
Mike
[Note: It really is my birthday, and I really did take that bad fall on the ice at 5:30 this morning. I've got abrasions on my hands and arm, my back is killing me, and I've got a big bump on my head for the first time since I was little. I'm hobbling around the house like I'm turning a hundred today. But I admit I embellished other parts of this story just a little: for example, I'm pretty sure the propane guy doesn't go around quoting Cicero!
At least I don't have to pay for any more propane at the old price. A Pyrrhic victory, but there you go. —Signed, Your Aging Ed.]
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Andrew Beard: "Love it! I think I'll go outside and bang my head to see if it stops this awful Brexit headache that just gets worse and worse. Happy Birthday, Mike. I hope your day gets better as it goes on."
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Posted by: James | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 09:28 AM
That is so funny! And please check yourself for concussions - and do be carefull of using screens, books, TVs or anything which makes you consentrate via your eyes...
Re your stories within the story (just like Fjodor Mikhajlovitsj Dostojevskij ): I think Cicero also said: "Dum Spiro, Spero" (While I breathe, there is hope).
Love your blog - take care, rest your head!
Posted by: Anders Holt | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 09:36 AM
Hallucinations, even wonderful ones, are not good after a blow to the head. Do have yourself checked out for concussion, Mike. And get well (all issues) soon!
Posted by: Sal Santamaura | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 09:37 AM
Ps.
Happy birthday!
Ds.
Posted by: Anders Holt | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 09:38 AM
Sounds like you had gas on the stomach.
Posted by: Herman | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:34 AM
Hell, I'd gladly take one on the head for the team- if it accomplished all that!
Happy B'Day...
Posted by: Stan B. | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:36 AM
Mike,
I had a fall exactly like that but onto concrete two years ago. It took a while to convince me to go to the ER, but I finally did a few hours later.They did a CAT scan and found that I not only had had a concussion but that it had produced a sub-dural hematoma, AKA a brain bleed.
It's been two years now and I'm still recuperating. Loved your fantasy but not your implied self-diagnosis. Your fall could be nothing, it could be life threatening and it could most certainly big party of life impairing, I especially for someone who depends upon his brain for his livelihood
Go get checked out ASAP.
Seriously.
Posted by: Thomas Turnbull | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:40 AM
Can’t hurt to get checked out by a Doctor. You live alone , and you took a bad fall . Don’t fool around with it.
Your post was quite lucid and funny , so you are probably fine , but you have a doctors appointment , if it’s not too far , and you feel up to it go to that , and then let them tell you if you need any testing. Head bumps should be checked out.
If it is far, I wouldn’t drive, let an Ems tech check you out.
Good luck,
Posted by: Michael Perini | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:40 AM
Happy Birthday ! Wish you all the best.
robert
PS: accidents happen...sorry for your pain...keep smiling :-) be quiet and recover...
Posted by: robert quiet photographer | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:48 AM
Happy Birthday Mike, and stay the hell away from that "old age" moniker. It appears you're treading those waters too much for your own good already. From a reasonably healthy 76'er I wish you a healthy future too! You give me so much pleasure with your blog.
Posted by: Dave Van de Mark | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:49 AM
While I wouldn't advise you to hit your head on a regular basis for inspiration, that was funny. You take care, and thank your deity of choice in charge of your luck. Last time I slipped hard on the ice it was months of physical therapy and over a year of healing my knee. Also, it will likely feel worse tomorrow.
Posted by: John Krumm | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:49 AM
Happy Birthday, Mike! (I'm sorry, but your concussion-addled arithmetic confused me: Are you 62 today or 63?)
I turned 77 on Saturday. Rather than fight it, I've chosen to embrace the cold, clammy, dank grip of getting old. Is that what it means to be "aging in place?" (Actually, I am fighting "it." Not getting old; that's a given. Rather, getting decrepit as the years pile on.)
Posted by: MikeR | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:50 AM
Happy birthday, Mike. Seems like you've had your share of gas attacks. ...trots and propane... The pendulum will swing. Spring isn't far off.
Posted by: Bob Rosinsky | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:04 AM
Medical and propane bills both at once!
Hang in there Mike. I'm still a month ahead of ya, we'll keep it that way until one of us breaks the finish line - but let's not rush things.
Posted by: longviewer | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:09 AM
Happy Birthday Mike! What a way to start the day. Hope you are OK..
Posted by: Angie Seckinger | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:14 AM
if only your alternate reality were true.
Hope you feel better soon.
Posted by: W Taylor | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:19 AM
I recently had an annoying fall - nothing serious, nothing broken, but lots of painful scrapes and bruises. If I must be brutally honest, they weren't even all that painful; just painful enough to be really annoying.
Anyway, to get to the point, I found that a hot Epsom salt soak really made me feel better. It may be the placebo effect, but I even think it made my injuries heal faster. An added bonus is that I'm an Audible fan, so I can listen to my book while soaking.
Just a little suggestion.
-barry
Posted by: Barry | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:22 AM
Look on the bright side, winter is almost over.
Posted by: Robert Roaldi | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:34 AM
But did you stop the propane guy in time? Happy birthday in any case.
Posted by: Jeff | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:49 AM
At least you still have your sense of humor.
Signed, Roger Rabbit
Posted by: James Bullard | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:50 AM
I've seen that movie. It starts out in black and white, there is some severe weather, and then it is in color which turns out to be caused by a bump on the head.
Happy birthday and good luck with the wizard!
Posted by: hugh crawford | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:50 AM
Happy birthday Mike! But you are looking at this birthday stuff all wrong.
I turned 13 for the 5th time last year. And this year, I get even younger, turning 11 for the 6th time.
I only feel old in years of age that are prime numbers. Next year will be a bitch.
Posted by: Bruce | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:56 AM
Mike, I would have your head checked out six ways from Sunday... blood clots, contusions, hematomas, etc. can form afterwards...
Posted by: Bob G. | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:14 PM
Firstly, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you Mr.J. Sad to hear it has not started out more auspiciously. Hope you got some ice packs on those bruised and your head PDQ and feel better equally PDQ. Do take care of yourself.
Posted by: John W | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:15 PM
One of your best in quite a while, Mike. Checking 'the situation' I see that you're using Patreon- excellent. By the way Patreon also serves "the Age of Napoleon" very fine but more than a little addictive.
Happy Birthday.
Posted by: Jed Wormhoudt | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:16 PM
Happy Birthday, Mike "if it ain't out of keepin' with the situation"*.
"I'm three years away from being old. (The DSM now defines "middle age" as the years from age 45 to 65, and I'm clinging to that.)"
"I've got abrasions on my hands and arm, my back is killing me, and I've got a big bump on my head for the first time since I was little."
Just let it go. Think of all the folks who would love to be celebrating their 62nd again today.
-----
* Charles Dickens, "A Christmas Carol"
Posted by: Kenneth Tanaka | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:20 PM
Work For Hire. A company hire YOU to shoot for THEM. A common practice in Hollywood. Union still photographers do this all the time for union wages.
When offered Work For Hire you can turn it down or negotiate wages that are beneficial to you. Because I have a union pension I was able to retire. YMMV.
Posted by: c.d,embrey | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:22 PM
You'd better lie down.
Posted by: Chuck Albertson | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:41 PM
Happy Birthday Mike, hope your head feels better.
From an "aging" reader (and Fujifilm fan, earlier Nikon) based in Budapest, Hungary.
Posted by: Thomas Barony | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:45 PM
Ah Mike, I see you favour European style democracy – if the people don't vote the way they should, then declare the referendum null and void. If you'd like a good idea of how good the EU is for the countries that belong to it, then do some research into the how the financial crash of 2008 affected both Greece and Iceland, and how both countries dealth with the fallout. You may notice that Iceland no longer wants to be part of the EU, and after what happened to Greece, who could blame them?
Posted by: Andrew | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:46 PM
Mike,
Happy Birthday you young whipper-snapper!
I found out about the DSM "middle age" thing after I was chronologically out of the range, as it were. So I decided to accept senior discounts and ignore the rest of it.
Now I have heard the the elderly are invisible. If true, it would make street photography much easier.
Fred
Posted by: Fred | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 12:47 PM
But after helping you as you lay on your rear on the snow and ice, did you still have the heart to cancel his delivery? That was of propane, if you remember?
I don't trust bathrobes one iota. They spring open when they should remain gathered together, and could lead to all manner of misunderstanding and trouble. There is no innocence anymore; guilt is presumed right away and you gotta be rich to fight that! Look at recent Hollywood, if you doubt me.
Oh, happy birthday, kid. And like my bro'n'lo says, after a certain age, never trust a fart. Especially in your delicate condition.
:-)
Posted by: Rob Campbell | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 01:03 PM
Another priceless post from our favorite photo philosopher. Hoping the aches subside soon.
Posted by: Rob Spring | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 01:18 PM
Happy Birthday Mike. I wish you the best. Sorry to read about your fall. It should be illegal to supply gas or anything else at 05:30.
Posted by: David Lee | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 01:40 PM
Happy Birthday, Mike. I wish you many more...especially if you share such entertaining stories with us! Ha...
Posted by: Chester Williams | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 01:43 PM
Get checked out for a concussion! Beyond that kick in the pants on your birthday I wish you a better year than the first day (your birthday). Some people just need to take getting the "bumps" to a new level I guess. Show off ;)
Posted by: Eric Rose | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 01:59 PM
Congratulations, Mike. In spite of the occasional fall it seems to me you're doing excellenty. I am not a doctor, let alone a brain specialist, but when you can write a piece like the current one, you have no concussion.
And when middle age ranges from 45 to 65, the exact mid-life point is 55 and you still have 110 minus 62 equals 48 years ahead of you! Now take your time and enjoy, you've deserved it.
Posted by: Hans Muus | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 02:14 PM
Well, happy birthday to ya young feller. I am ten years ahead of you and still enjoying life and photography.
Your fall is one reason that we moved to Florida from Vermont 25 years ago. I had a couple of near miss falls on ice where my head could have easily hit a large, metal immovable object on the way down, I was just lucky. That and the cold and the price of heat made it an easy move. Today it is a chilly 63f and windy and I have heard people complain about it.
Ahh, if only your conversation reflected reality instead of a pipe dream.
So, happy birthday and I hope NY returns your Acura soon
Posted by: James Weekes | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 02:17 PM
Happy birthday! Hope you will recuperate quickly. In the meantime, be happy you can still run...
Posted by: John | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 02:28 PM
"I'm pretty sure the propane guy doesn't go around quoting Cicero!"
Did you ask? Never assume things about people ;-)
Posted by: Kevin Bourque | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 02:33 PM
Dear Mike
Wishing you a very happy birthday. What a very, very odd coincidence. It's also my wife's birthday today. We're sitting waiting in the hospital emergency room. She also tripped over this afternoon whilst we walking our dog.
Posted by: Paul | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 02:40 PM
Cripes Mike, rough way to greet a new orbit! (Uncharacteristically avoids obvious obit joke.)
Have you considered, really considered, moving somewhere the weather does not annually conspire to maim or kill? Your place is lovely as can be for at least half the year but wow, takes a heavy toll in winter. Some of us just have short days and rain to gripe about.
Anyway, HBDTY from another February kid. We're all sorting out this advancing maturity thing.
Posted by: Rick D | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 04:16 PM
I slipped on ice august 2018, no head bump but I didn't know who anyone was for 6 hours.
Even now I'm clumsy and my memory has turned to crap.
Please don't underestimate concussion and get a head scan, I feel like I've lost a chunk of my life.....
Posted by: Mark L | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 04:17 PM
Happy Birthday! Hope you feel better soon. Getting old sucks! Take it from a slightly even older guy.
Posted by: Mark Kinsman | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 04:35 PM
Now I feel like I've hit me head. Oh, if only. This was perfect—thanks!
Posted by: Bahi | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 04:59 PM
"Bokeh," I said weakly.
Now that’s funny…
“Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.” ~ Don Marquis
Posted by: Jim Arthur | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 05:05 PM
Sounds painful- but I'll have what you're having!
Posted by: John McMillin | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 05:28 PM
Please just don't mention Brexit.
As a working class northern English Brexiteer I'm heartily sick of having 99.9% of the British ruling class and media fighting as hard as they can to go against the biggest exercise in democracy this county has ever seen and I don't want to come along and see yet more of it here.
If you want to know why so many in the UK want to leave the EC I'll tell you... but I guess you don't so please just keep an impartial and remote distance from this and leave our UK ruling class to act like some third rate African dictatorship and not only ignore but reverse the democratically expressed wish of the people.
And a PS.
Yes we could have another vote but after years of Remain propaganda, half truths and lies how fair would that be?
Posted by: Alan | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 06:10 PM
Happy Birthday, Mike!
I really, really hope you get that head trauma checked out as soon as possible.
Yep, T.S. Eliot got it wrong. February is the cruelest month. Every friggin' year. Always the worst weather, it seems, and that's just for starters. But, hey! only a few more days left, and then it's the Ides of... Doh!
Posted by: robert e | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 06:41 PM
So did you at least end up saving yourself an expensive tank refill?
Posted by: Dan Meyers | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 06:56 PM
That is just LOL funny. And a birthday you won't forget or remember entirely. Rest up.
Posted by: Andrew Bearman | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 07:29 PM
When I left Cleveland in 1961 to attend Hobart College, many people said "I didn't know there was a college in Geneva (Ohio)".
Posted by: Bob Curtis | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 07:48 PM
Today is my birthday too! Happy Birthday and feel better soon!
Posted by: Tom Weis | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 07:52 PM
That was good! But I wouldn't recommend knocking yourself on the head any more to stimulate any further, uh, creativity. Take care!
Posted by: TC | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 08:25 PM
John Camp might suggest there’s a novelist lurking in there somewhere. Cato’s your man, though.
Posted by: Tony Roberts | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 09:00 PM
What might have been.........a sure sign your getting old.
Posted by: Ken | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 09:29 PM
I know you were hurrying, but learn how to walk like a penguin. I have not had a fall since I started doing this.
Oh, and happy birthday, my man. I just turned 64 a couple of weeks ago. Hoping this year passes quickly so I can sign up for that !#@&! socialist Medicare.
Bummed at Kirk Tuck's decision, because I'm still learning from him, but I understand completely.
Posted by: Bill Bresler | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 10:25 PM
Happier rest of your birthday Mike - and thank you for the delightful story.
Posted by: Peter Barnes | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:32 PM
I'd be willing to take a bang on the head to get those political results.
Posted by: Peter Barnes | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:34 PM
That sounds like a birthday you won't forget. I wish you well and hope you are feeling better soon.
Posted by: Gary Nylander | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:57 PM
Walking up Houston St. one very wintry afternoon in NYC, I marveled at how the tips of my shoes were completely parallel with the horizon! How was that even possible? Within a millisecond of formulating said question, BOOM- the ice laden concrete knocked the wind from my back...
A car screeched to a halt, the doors flying open (and they say New Yorkers are heartless) and the entire carload of passengers were pointing, hooting and hollering at my supine, outstretched body.
Posted by: Stan B. | Monday, 25 February 2019 at 11:59 PM
If there really was global warming you wouldn’t have slipped on ice in the first place....
Posted by: Mike Kukulski | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 12:24 AM
Ah - 'Counterfactuals' - I love them. Thank you for a wonderful minute when I contemplated a world in which I would much rather be living. But the Brexit thing is not done and dusted yet....
I hope you are beginning to recover from your various aches and pains by now, although experience tells me that, sadly, they often hurt more the day after than on the day it happened. But they will get better.
As for 'the other issue' (putting it delicately), I hope that gets sorted out as well. I suffered thusly in the last couple of years before I retired, and in my case I have found that just being retired worked a slow, steady but real improvement. Though that may not be the message you want to hear.
And finally - Happy Birthday! I hope there are many more yet to come, and I'm sure there will be.
Posted by: Tom Burke | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 01:12 AM
Great piece Mike, and Happy Birthday. I had my 72nd on the 12th so I'm officially old, but I sure don't feel old. I'm blessed with the no-wrinkles gene, so I don't look old either.
It's harder to go out pixing though (I don't like the word shooting). It's more than four years since I bought my last camera! I've almost lost the urge. My GAS has vapourised.
Good news: your expenditure tends to decrease as you get older. Books, making photobooks and quality TV tend to satisfy the urge, along with a fine watch or three.
My memoirs are lurking in my head too, waiting for a good knock, as you've had, to burst forth. I have enough pictures of my life to write a book. There's an idea.
PS: my late-life romance worked out. She's with me now. That keeps me young again.
Posted by: Peter Croft | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 01:14 AM
But you did manage to cancel the propane delivery, right?
Happy birthday!
Posted by: Ken Owen | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 02:15 AM
Well, damnit, were you able to stop the propane delivery or not?!?
I mean, you drag us through this Dickensian story, which was hilarious, then don’t even deliver the goods, the pay off, the denouement! Did you stop The Great Gas Rip Off of 2019...?
Or was the knot for naught?
Posted by: Ernest Zarate | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 02:35 AM
Happy Birthday and Get Well Soon
Posted by: Claman | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 02:39 AM
LOL!
Posted by: John | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 02:44 AM
Well that bump on the head led to a very amusing post...Hope you feel a mere 60ish soon.
Posted by: Guy Perkins | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 03:09 AM
Ouch! What a start to a birthday.. I hope you recover quickly and manage to celebrate another time perhaps.
I generally avoid discussing politics online, but living in the U.K I have to admit I’m kind of wishing your Brexit story was true. Off times.
Best regards,
Don
Posted by: Don McConnell | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 03:14 AM
Happy birthday Mike! May you keep seeing your dreams come true!
Sorry about your fall, maybe have your boots ready by the door in case of an emergency? I don’t have a go bag, (Sarah Connor would not approve) but ever since I was a teenager I don’t like to be in just underwear, I always wear shorts and a tshirt ready to go outside just in case. Many times I was sent out because I was already dressed. It worked beautifully in the mexican weather, not so much in the russian one.
I digress, you may not be old, but you are no spring chicken. Penguin steps in slippery ground is my suggestion.
Posted by: Ramón Acosta | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 03:17 AM
Thank you for our birthday present, Mike.
Happy Birthday, hope you are on the mend.
Posted by: Mike R | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 04:15 AM
Happy Birthday, Mike, heal well and speedily.
Posted by: Philomaphos | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 06:31 AM
My wife had a fall in town (Glasgow) the other day - she hit the ground on her face, just above the eye. It was okay at the time but the next day she was feeling woozy so phoned up the help line and the advice was get into hospital right away. She did and fortunately the x-rays were all clear. However the following day she couldn't hold a pen properly so we called up the hospital and again were told to go straight back in for several more tests and a CT scan. Again it was all clear and now her grip has finally returned so we are feeling pretty damn lucky
But the lesson learned was this sort of thing can be pretty serious, so make sure you keep aware of how you are feeling and follow medical advice.
That said, if it meant that all you mentioned above could come true I might be up for taking a tumble myself!
Posted by: Piers Smith | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 06:46 AM
Can we ALL have that hallucination?
Then wake up and discover it's REAL!?!
Happy B'Day!
Posted by: Jeffrey Harris | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 08:05 AM
Happy Birthday Mike (From someone who officially got old this month).
Posted by: C.R. Marshall | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 09:03 AM
I wish I could write like that!
Posted by: Gerard Geradts | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 09:23 AM
I wish your Brexit hallucination were true Mike. Brexit was touted as a dream, but has become a nightmare.
Happy Birthday
Posted by: David Runyard | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 10:18 AM
Happy Birthday, and thank you for the wonderful birthday story, and do please look after yourself.
Posted by: John Ironside | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 10:36 AM
If you're taking a blood thinner because of Afib (I think you've said you have Afib), you should see a doctor ASAP after any blow to the head because of the brain bleed risk. I'm on a blood thinner, and my doc has told me to go to the ER immediately in that circumstance.
Posted by: Bandbox | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 11:17 AM
If you haven't gone to a doctor yet, after all the good advice......go now! I think of Liam Neeson's wife Natasha Richardson. She was skiing and hit her head and seemed fine. Hours later she fell ill and ended up being flown to NY with a subdural hematoma that took her life. Please get it looked at.
Posted by: James Weekes | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 11:28 AM
Happy Birthday Mike!
The great philosopher, Satchel Paige, once asked this question, "if you didn't know how old you are how would you be?" Something to think about, although considering the morning you've had, today might not be the day to consider such a question.
Take all of the other's advice, get your head injury checked out, just to make sure that you can ask yourself Satchel's question, on another day when you are feeling better.
I also agree with Stan B. I would be happy to take one for the team if it would accomplish all that you wrote.
Posted by: Rob Griffin | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 11:49 AM
Would that it were so easy to make all of this go away! I'd happily suffer pain and some debility for it.
Happy birthday. Thanks for letting me know I am still middle aged. Although, according to th National Park Service I am a "senior", as I now have my lifetime pass. Also, I own 2 DSLR's, which is starting to be a qualifier (although I also own a Theta V, and will soon own the new Z 1, so maybe that's a mitigation...note that I used that word in it's noun form, rarely seen these days)
Posted by: tex andrews | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 11:59 AM
Well, you are moderating comments, so that's a good sign, but the more I think about it the more imperative I think it is to get checked out.
Head injuries are not something to guess about.
PS No need to publish this, I'm just concerned.
m
Posted by: Michael Perini | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 12:20 PM
My mother died from complications of a very slow brain bleed three months after she fell. Please go and get checked...
Posted by: cecelia | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 01:06 PM
So you cured your existential headache by the time-honoured method of banging your head on a wall so hard that it goes away?
Posted by: Arg | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 03:51 PM
Just a quick note, and I know it was humor, but the idea a government would arbitrarily "void" a referendum is vastly more dangerous than Brexit itself.
Tenets of Liberty and democracy is the people get their day, and leaders do not get to ignore them... That way lies real conflict.
Happy birthday and keep well!
Posted by: Abraham D Latchin | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 06:45 PM
Getting lost in the head konk - Gut problems are epidemic! If you’re eating subsidized foods you will smack your microbiome. Study up, or you will continue hanging in the potty....with your head in your hands.
Posted by: Kate | Tuesday, 26 February 2019 at 10:07 PM
That was great! Happy belated birthday!
Posted by: Dillan | Wednesday, 27 February 2019 at 01:36 PM