A Time I was Injured (by myself)

Last year in Milton Daniel hall I incurred a injury that will be with me for the rest of my life. Its actually pretty funny, something that myself and those who were there still get a laugh out of today. At least I left my mark on Milton as it left its mark on me.

It all started on a Thursday night, the week before Easter if I recall and we were all hanging out in the basement of Milton, doing homework and talking. I'm not sure how it came about, but for some reason we, or maybe just me decided to try and jump up and touch my head on the ceiling. After a few close attempts I decided that it was because I didn’t want to hit my head too hard on the wood panel ceiling in the basement. So someone suggested that we go into the hallway where the drop-down ceiling would give if I did hit my head on it. This seemed like a logical solution so we proceeded to the hallway to attempt the feat there. After more attempts I decided that it would be beneficial for me to get a running start in order to get more height. So I stepped back and took a running jump at the ceiling. I’m not sure who designed that ceiling but I question their decision to this day. There is about a 3 or 4 inch lip where the drop-down ceiling meets the wooden ceiling. Needless to say I did accomplish my goal, I touched my head on the ceiling, but I also hit the lip. When I landed I just thought I had bumped my head on the lip, but then people were staring and I felt something drip down my face.

There was much debate of whether I should go to the hospital or not, I was opposed to going, but some people thought it would be a good idea. So, at midnight I arrived at JPS hospital and took a spot in the ER. By this time I had stopped bleeding heavily so I didn’t think I had any reason for being there. They put me in a neck brace, which was more frustrating than useful. I was then ushered back to some other area where they were treating patients. No one knew what to make of my story, which is understandable. Anyway, I eventually saw the doctor and he informed me that I would need two stitches in my forehead. And of course the night wouldn’t be complete without people taking pictures of me getting a shot and stitches in my head. I finally left the hospital at about 1:30 AM feeling pretty dumb, but oh well.

I still have that scar today and I still don’t know exactly why I decided to hit my head on the ceiling. It was definitely a poor life choice and one that I regret making. But there is nothing I can do about it now so I just embrace my stupidity and go on with the rest of my life until I find some other dumb thing to do.